Maybe she should see Jocelyn as a patient instead of for coffee.
“So Loomis still has that stupid pageant?” There was no disguising the smirk in his voice.
She bristled in defense of the town. “It’s a tremendous honor to win Mother of the Year. There’s been a lot of talk about canceling it because of all that’s happened, but I hope they don’t.”
“I remember the pageant as a battle for bragging rights between the Renaults and the Pershings. Has that changed?”
Ducking her head, she acknowledged he was right. “Not as much as some might like, but this year Ava Renault and Max Pershing are both working on the committee. They’ll see that it’s kept fair and square.”
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