Luke took Amy's hands in his. “I love you too much to put off our future any more. I say we move forward and see what happens.”
Amy dropped her chin and her lower lip popped out. “I love you, too. I do. And if you're okay with today, then I am, too.”
“So we're doing this?” The excitement in Luke's voice made a triumphant return in four words. Now that there was a happy plan ahead, he looked so much more like himself.
Amy nodded eagerly. “Yes. Let's do it.”
“Looks like there's going to be a wedding today.” I stood and gave Luke a hug. “I’m really sorry about your parents, but I'm so glad you're going to be my brother-in-law.”
He squeezed me extra hard. “I’m glad, too.”
“Okay, then.” Amy clapped her hands and I knew she was about to dole out our marching orders. “Eamon, you're heading over to the country club with Luke in an hour. The bridesmaids are all getting ready here and we head over in the limo an hour after that so I can get dressed. Any questions?”
The three of us shook our heads in unison.
“Let's get this show on the road." Amy and Luke made a swift exit.
“I guess I'd better hop in the shower,” Eamon said.
“I’d join you if I didn't think we'd get distracted and you'd end up being late.”
“For once, I have to agree that sex is not the proper course.”
I kissed him on the cheek, his stubble scratching my lips. “There’s always tonight.”
Eamon swatted me on the butt, then disappeared into the bathroom. I pulled his tux and my dress out of the closet and was inspecting for wrinkles when my phone rang. “Hello?” I pinned the phone between my ear and shoulder and started packing up my jewelry and makeup.
“Yeah. Hi. This is, uh, Max with Maggie's Floral. You're listed as the contact for the Fuller-Mayhew wedding.”
“Yes. Hi. Are you at the country club already? I know it says no deliveries at the front entrance, but they assured me it’s okay for flowers.”
“No, ma’am. There's been an accident.”
“An accident?” It felt like the bottom of my stomach dropped out. Eamon was out of the shower and had stopped scrubbing his hair with the towel when that word came out of my mouth. “It’s the florist,” I whispered to him. I didn’t want him to worry it might be Fiona.
“The delivery truck got sideswiped by a pickup,” Max said.
“Oh no. Was anyone hurt?”
“I’m a little roughed up, but that’s not why I’m calling. I’m very sorry, but your flowers are toast.”
“Toast?”
“Ruined.”
An apocalyptic vision of my sister’s bridal flowers popped into my head. I saw those beautiful dark purple calla lilies and deep red roses strewn all over the Saw Mill River turnpike, motorists unwittingly crushing them with their car tires. “I know what ‘toast’ means. Nothing can be saved?”
“Afraid not. The truck is on its side in the middle of an intersection about two miles from the wedding venue. I'm waiting for the police.”
Two miles from the club wasn’t far. “Can you send me your location?”
“For what?”
“I’m coming to get whatever flowers I can salvage. Is that okay?”
“I’m sure Maggie will give you a refund. Insurance will probably cover it.”
“It's not about the money. My sister is getting married in a little more than two hours and we have to have flowers. We have to.”
