Free Family Matters (DiCarlo Brides book 4) (The DiCarlo Brides) by Heather Tullis

up the things Cleo felt she couldn’t live without. 
    They were both exhausted. Rosemary just hoped the meeting with everyone went smoothly tonight. She had tried to talk Jonquil out of doing a big shindig with the whole family—that was a sure-fire way to overwhelm the kid—but she would not be put off. As usual.
    The garage was full of cars, and there had been a couple of vehicles out front, including Harrison’s, so this would be a big group.
    “Cool, who drives the motorcycle?” Cleo asked when they passed it on the way to the kitchen door.
    “Delphi. No, you may not ride with her. Not until the snow clears up enough the roads are decent anyway, and even then, only if she’s willing. If not her, maybe Jeremy will take you out.” Rosemary wished she’d kept that part to herself, she wasn’t really a big fan of motorcycles, and the thought of her daughter on one was scary.
    “Jeremy?” Cleo had been asking questions, and Rosemary had shown her dozens of photos of everyone, but Jeremy wasn’t a relative, so he probably hadn’t come up in the discussions.
    “He’s the photographer who does most of the weddings and things at the resort. He’s also Vince’s best friend.” Rosemary pushed opened the kitchen door and was faced with a roomful of people, which included Alex. When had he gotten to town? Wow, they really had gotten everyone onboard. “This hoard of people is your new family. Of sorts,” she said when she looked at Harrison.
    “Not to be confused with the sane people who raised you.” She looked at Cleo and said in a voice loud enough to be heard by everyone. “You won’t get confused though, because sanity isn’t really in big supply here. Except for Sage, who knows the difference between butter and margarine.”
    Cleo’s brow furrowed. “Um, isn’t one plant fat and the other animal fat?”
    “Yes, that’s true, but it goes so much deeper than that. I have a lot to teach you.” She looked back at the ten pair of eyes. “Let’s start with the smart one.”
    “Wait, wait. Let’s see if I can do it. I’ve been looking at the pictures.” Cleo had gotten her enthusiasm back, though Rosemary didn’t expect it to last for long. She started on the right. “That’s Delphi. She’s the one with the cool motorbike, right?” She looked to Rosemary for confirmation.
    “Sure thing. She’s even more of a bossy pants than I am.”
    “She’s the fifth sister,” Cleo continued from memory. “And next to her is Jonquil. She works with flowers and she’s number six. She’s really athletic and skis.”
    “So right,” Jonquil answered. “Rosemary is a slacker, she doesn’t like to ski—how is it possible that anyone doesn’t like skiing?” Jonquil shook her blond curls. “I’ll take you out sometime if you want. I do lots of fun things because unlike some of my sisters, I’m not married to my job.”
    “Says the woman who wouldn’t go home after breaking her leg,” Cami muttered.
    “Cool!” Cleo said, brightening. “Okay, then you’re Cami and Vince, right? You just got married a few weeks ago. And she bosses around the desk clerks and bell boys and he works in people’s yards.”
    “Yep. He’s the grunt man, and I’m the third most bossypants person here,” Cami said. She looked pleased that Cleo remembered, and not at all irritated by her job description.
    “Wrong. I’m the bossiest of them all. That puts you in fourth place,” Lana said. She was standing slightly in front of Blake in a cute maternity blouse and he had a hand on her hip.
    “Actually,” Rosemary said, “I think Cami’s bossier than I am, so that puts her in third place.”
    “Wrong. You’re firmly right behind Delphi,” Harrison said. “And Lana is only bossiest because she’s, well, the boss. I don’t think she’s naturally that bossy.”
    “And now you’re the one who’s wrong,” Cami said. “Trust me, for the younger sister she’s always been seriously bossy.”
    Cleo giggled