He flashes me a megawatt smile I’d have to be dead to not find attractive, and little butterflies kick up in my belly.
“That scarf would do just fine.”
“I’m not saying I’m going to do it!” I toss out after him.
“What do you have to lose, Bridie?”
“It’s Bridget!”
“I know,” he laughs, before turning and walking in the opposite direction.
What does Weston Reilly know, anyway?
The wind shifts into a lighter breeze, teasing the scarf around my neck. Slightly unsettled, I double back to head toward the bridal shop. I don’t know what Andrew wants to talk about, but I have a feeling, deep down, it’s going to change the course of my life.
If worse comes to worst, I’ll call in a favor with my future brother-in-law and temporarily fall off the map.
And maybe I’ll leave a scarf out tonight just in case.
I’ll take all the blessings I can get.
