Five
Sedona
“The party store is out of blue balloons. How does that happen?” I ask, dropping the bags filled with a million pink balloons. No blue.
“Without them, we’re not representing Brooklyn,” Juno says.
“Someone call Wyatt, he’ll have them flown in,” Phoenix jokes while she and Maverick straighten a tablecloth on the folding table.
When you decide to have a triple baby shower, there’s only one place in town that can hold that many people. Thankfully, Cleo and Denver have an airplane hangar.
“Oh wait, I’ll call Kingston. He’s in Anchorage.” I step out of the hangar and pull out my phone.
Before I have his name on the screen, I hear Phoenix sucking in helium and talking to Maverick. I swear, sometimes I wonder how it’s possible we’re twins.
There are three missed calls from Jami
