" Well, all I’m saying is, if you were to, you know, take off again on your next adventure, we’d make sure he had this place covered. You know that, don’t you?” Fiona lifted her hand, palm facing front. “And I’m not saying it has to be Australia, but, you know, you have been parked here for a pretty long time now. I’m surprised you’re not twitchy with the need to get back out there. I know just listening to that accent of Mr. Hot From Down Under would make me a little twitchy. Seriously, Kerry, how did you work next to him for a year and not jump him?”
“Wow, I didn’t know you were in such a big hurry to see me out of here,” Kerry replied, ignoring the part about jumping Cooper. It wasn’t like she hadn’t asked herself the same question a dozen times. Or a hundred dozen.
“I didn’t say that; I’m just making sure you know we’d support your decision to run off with him, if, you know, that’s what you decide to do.”
“Since when is this decision up to me? Seems like you all have it all figured out already.” Then Kerry’s eyes narrowed. “Or do you just want the inside scoop so you can win the pool on when I’ll head out again?”
“Pool?” Fiona said overly brightly. “My, my, whatever do you--”
“Oh, don’t even bother pretending. I know Barbara’s had one running since I came back for Logan’s wedding. "

― Donna Kauffman , Starfish Moon (Brides of Blueberry Cove, #3)