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“Of course he is.”

I looked at my phone. “We have about twenty minutes to get to the cake tasting.”

“Okay. I think we’re done?”

The florist nodded and we left for the walk to the bakery.

The day was crisp. We’d just gotten a dusting of snow and everything was fresh and white.

“It’s kind of nice that the town is small enough to walk everywhere,” I said.

“I know, I love that,” she said, smiling up at the sun.

“So when are your parents getting here?”

“Tonight in time for the dinner.”

“And you and Nick? Everything still good?” I asked. “No cold feet?”

“None at all,” she said.

“Have you had sex with him yet?” I eyed her. “Because what if it’s really bad and then you’re married to it.”

She hooked her arm in mine. “Oh, we have done allllll the things.”

“All of them???” I said.

“All.”

“That’s a lot to fit in to three days…”

“Not when you’re highly motivated.” She laughed. “Hey, so I wanted to talk to you about something,” she said, still smiling.

“What?”

“I want to give you a wedding gift.”

“Give me a wedding gift?” I said. “Isn’t that backwards?”

“Well, it is sort of a gift for me too?”

“Okay…”

“I want to give you the hot chocolate shop.”

I stopped walking and let go of her arm. “No.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“For what??”

“For you to run? And own?” she said.

I shook my head. “No. I can’t. That is too much.”

“What am I going to do with it, Lauren? I’d just be hiring someone like you to run it anyway—”

“Then do that—”