I huff and put my phone down.
“Is everything okay?” Nora asks.
“Yes. I just … did you get weird about things and overthink everything before you and Hero got married?”
“Like cold feet?”
Oh, wow. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me. Cold feet. Duh.
“Yeah, like cold feet.”
She thinks for a moment and then shakes her head. “Nope. I knew he was it for me. Why? Are you getting second thoughts?”
She twists in her seat, giving me her full attention.
“No,” I answer. It feels wrong to even think I could give her a different answer. “I think I just miss Griffin is all. He’s been traveling a lot. His current flight lands back here late tonight, and then he has one more trip that’s basically a fly there, have a meeting, and fly back. He’ll get home two hours before the party this weekend.”
“That’s cutting it close.”
“Yeah.”
“A little risky for Griffin if you ask me.”
I laugh. Her remark is more accurate than she knows.
But then it hits me.
If that’s Griffin and he’s the one I’m going to marry, that’s going to be me too.
No surprises.
No risks.
Nofun.
Just boring plans and schedules forever.
Have I become boring?
“I’m not saying this is you, but if you are having cold feet, it’s normal. Don't stress it, okay? If you love him and he loves you, no matter what, you’re going to be happy.”
I swallow back any possible tears.
Cold feet.
That’s all this is.
It makes the most sense.
* * *
Griffin’s truck is in the driveway when I get home. I wasn’t expecting him for a couple of more hours, so I hurry inside.
As soon as I step through the doorway, I freeze and suck in a breath.
Flowers line the living room, and Griffin is waiting on the couch.
“What is this?” I ask.
