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“That’s right!” Sonya shot up her fists. “That’s damn right. ‘We Will Rock You’!”

With Cleo, she joined in, defiant voices singing out both threat and promise.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, about wraps up tonight’s performance.”

“We’ve still got at least some of it,” Owen said to Trey. “We shut her down.”

“One more.” Cleo lifted her glass. “We’ve got just enough wine left for one more.”

“Let’s finish with the Boss.” Owen flexed his fingers. “I’ve got one more in me.”

When they ended with Springsteen’s “Fire,” Sonya decided there was nothing sexier anywhere, anytime, than a good-looking man and a guitar.

“That’s the way to put a cap on an evening.” Cleo scanned the instruments. “I’ve got to learn how to play something in here.”

“You’ve got some pipes.”

She smiled at Owen. “You should hear me sing in the shower.”

He smiled back. “Looking forward to it.”

She only laughed. “Time to let our four-legged friends out before bed.”

When they reached the door, opened it, Sonya let out a whoosh. “Wow, that’s some fresh air! You know, I think I reached the little-bit-drunk level.”

“If a woman can’t get a little bit drunk on a Saturday night among friends in her own house, when and where?”

She gave Owen a light punch on the arm. “My favorite cousin, and my second-favorite rocker. I’m going to bed with my favorite rocker.”

“That’s probably for the best.”

She slept without dreams, or without dreams remembered, without a stir, without a murmur when the clock struck three.

She slept while Trey stood at the window and watched Hester Dobbs take her fall.

On Sunday, since Trey went off with Owen to work on Yoda’s doghouse, she and Cleo handled domestic chores. They divided laundry detail, then in the blissful April sunshine washed out planters and pots. And finalized the open house invitations.

“Corrine said a hundred and fifty invites would do it.”

Sonya sucked in a breath between her teeth. “That could mean like three hundred people. Holy shit, Cleo. Can we really do this?”

Clover returned to the Boss and “You’ve Got It.”

“Do we?”

Sonya squared her shoulders. “If we don’t, we’re gonna. But let’s hold off until Bree comes over tomorrow. Then we pull the trigger.”

“Good plan. Now let’s pull the trigger and get ready for dinner at the Doyles’.”

Upstairs, Sonya decided to go with Molly’s pick of a simple and classic blue wrap dress and low-heeled booties.

For Cleo, she’d gone with a soft spring pink.

“Good choices.” Sonya gave Cleo a nod when she did a turn. “Not too fancy, not too casual.”

“When we’re in Boston, we need to squeeze in some shopping time so we can give Molly some new choices.”

“I find no objection to that. I’d say we’re ready, with a stop for flowers on the way.” Bending down, she nuzzled Yoda. “Be good. I know Jack will come out and play with you both.”