Today was worse.
Much worse.
“Who invited this many people?” I muttered.
Wolf snorted beside me. “You did, dumbass.”
“I absolutely did not.”
“You proposed in the middle of town.”
“That doesn’t mean everybody had to come.”
Trigger walked past carrying two cases of beer.
“You cried during the proposal,” he informed me casually.
I glared instantly.
“I did not cry.”
“You absolutely cried,” Wolf said.
“I was bleeding.”
“You were emotional.”
“Both of you are crazy. I’ve waited half of my life to marryFelicity, so maybe I was emotional. Now move out of my way.”
Neither one looked remotely bothered.
Outside, laughter echoed across the mountain air as more trucks pulled into the tavern parking lot.
The Magnolia Ladies had apparently decided this engagement party required enough food to feed a small army.
Mabel alone had threatened three grown men with a wooden spoon already.
Grandma Dot, as she wanted to be called, was somehow in charge of decorations despite openly admitting she’d stolen half of them from another church event.
And right in the middle of all the chaos?—
Flick stood on the tavern porch smiling.
God.
That smile still hit me like a freight train.
Six months later, and I still sometimes caught myself staring at her like an idiot.
The bruises were gone now.
The fear in her eyes mostly faded.
She laughed easier.
Slept through the night more often.
And somehow…
