“I have movies.” Kennadee joined her sisters in the living room and waved two DVDs in the air.

“No way do you get to pick,” Zoe said, already in her flannel pajamas and curled up in the corner of the couch with a throw over her legs. “Knowing you, they’ll be action flicks.” She raised a brow in challenge.

“Come on, Die Hard and Backdraft are classics,” she said. “Besides, you picked last time, and I’m not sitting through another foreign film with subtitles.”

“It’s my turn to pick,” Catriona said, entering the room with a bowl of freshly made popcorn. Sorene followed her in with napkins and bowls.

“So, what are we watching?” Kennadee dreaded the answer.

“Mamma Mia,” Catriona replied with a knowing smile.

“Mamma Mia? Isn’t that a musical?” Kennadee groaned.

“Yes, it is, and you’re going to love it.” Catriona gave her a smirky smile, knowing how much she hated musicals.

“I can’t believe you haven’t seen it,” Sorene said, curling up in their dad’s leather recliner.

“Seriously,” Zoe said. “Meryl Streep is the bomb. I want to be her when I grow up.”

“You can’t make me watch another musical,” Kennadee said, feeling like she’d already lost this battle but not willing to concede just yet. “I hated the last one.”

They all three gasped. It was Catriona who scolded, “Les Misérables is a classic.”

“And Hugh Jackman is in it,” Sorene added.

“Man, he’s hot.” Zoe sighed.

“Not in that movie, he wasn’t,” Kennadee muttered. “It was depressing.”

“Of course, it’s a tragedy,” Catriona pointed out the obvious.

“You have that right,” Kennadee muttered.

“You need to broaden your horizons, educate yourself with classic literature,” Catriona continued.

“Why in the world would I want to do that? That type of literature makes me want to put a bullet in my head. Besides, Backdraft is educational. Think of the people who have been saved from house fires by watching this movie.” She held up the DVD for emphasis. “No one has saved a life by watching Les Mis.”

“How many times have you seen Backdraft?” Sorene didn’t give her a chance to respond. “I’m sure you have it memorized.”

So, what if she did? She flopped onto the couch, taking the corner opposite Zoe, leaving the floor of pillows for Catriona.

“I’ll tell you what,” Catriona said, passing the popcorn bowl around. “You watch Mamma Mia without complaining—”

“Or heavy sighing,” Zoe added.

“Or rolling your eyes and making those raspberry sounds,” Sorene added too.

“—and we’ll watch Backdraft after,” Catriona finished.

“Promise?”

They grumbled in agreement and started Mamma Mia. Twenty minutes in and Kennadee was on her feet, dancing and singing along with her sisters to ABBA.

By the time the movie was over, they were giggling and Kennadee had a feeling of happiness fill her.

“This was nice,” she admitted. “We should do this more often. Especially now that Sorene and Catriona are getting married.”

They all agreed and decided right then and there to make the first Friday of every month girl’s night.

“When are you getting married, by the way?” Kennadee asked. Neither Sorene nor Catriona had set a date.

“I’ve told everyone that I don’t even want to think about planning a wedding until the lake house is finished,” Sorene said.

“And I need to get through my grand opening of Mystic Heart, and figure out a place to live,” Catriona said. “Avery wants us to live in his apartment above the bar and refuses to consider living in my room above the Mystic Heart.”

“Have you even spent a night at the Mystic Heart?” Zoe asked. “You’re basically living with Avery,” she said, and then pointed a finger at Sorene. “And you’re living with Ash. Not the best examples to give your baby sister.”

“Hey, she’s the one living in sin, and I’m not living with Avery,” Catriona was quick to point out. “I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. He’d think he won his argument to shack up over the bar. In fact, I’m sleeping here tonight in my bedroom.”

“Uh…you are?” Zoe said, looking worried.

“Is that a problem?” Cat asked.

“Kind of is, yes. I’ve taken over your room.” She glanced at Sorene. “Yours too.”

“Why?” They both asked together, puzzled.

“I don’t really want to tell you yet.”

Catriona turned to Kennadee. “Do you know what she is up to?”

“Nope, not a clue. It’s not like I’ve been home much—that is, not until I hurt my shoulder.”

“Come on, Zoe,” Catriona said. “Tell us what you’re up to.”

“Please, let me have a little more time. I don’t want to jinx it.”

They all three shared a look and Sorene shrugged. “Okay, but if you need to talk or need help, you can come to us.”

“I know that. Don’t worry.”

“So, what are you going to do on your date with Gideon tomorrow?” Sorene asked Kennadee, changing the subject even though it was killing all of them to know what Zoe was doing upstairs with the rooms.

“I haven’t a clue,” Kennadee said. “You probably know more than I do.”

“You’re going out with the hot new doctor?” Zoe asked. “Do you know how many single Heartbreakers are making bogus appointments at his clinic in the hopes of catching his eye?”

Gideon was a good-looking man, so that tidbit didn’t surprise her in the least. “Sounds like his practice if off to a great start.”

“Someone is going to scoop him up if you don’t lay a claim on him first,” Sorene said.

“That would be the last thing I would do, and you know it.”

“It’s not so bad, being in a relationship,” Catriona said. “I’ve quite enjoyed it.”

“Same here,” Sorene said dreamily.

“It might be fine for you two, but the last thing I need in my life is a man.”

“I don’t know,” Zoe said. “I think a man is just what you need. And I bet a doctor knows all the pleasure points on the human body.” She waggled her eyebrows.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Kennadee asked, giving her a pointed look.

“Don’t be like Meryl Streep’s character in Mamma Mia and lose your man.”

“What I just watched had her sleeping with three men and getting pregnant, not knowing who the baby daddy was.”

Zoe swatted her with the couch pillow. “You know what I mean. Love should be grabbed with both hands, not pushed away.”

“And one thing you’re good at is pushing men away,” Catriona said.

Sorene nodded in agreement.

“I do not—well, not really.”

“Have you had a real relationship, one that lasted longer than three dates?”

“That rule is in place so I don’t get stuck in a relationship.”

“Love doesn’t hurt, Kennadee, if anything it frees you,” Sorene said. “Don’t be so afraid to give your heart to someone.”

She wasn’t afraid, she was smart. If she never gave her heart to someone, then she wouldn’t have to worry about it breaking.