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“I think that sounds wonderful,” Morgan said with a gentle smile in Fancy’s direction. “You have exquisite taste.”

Fancy beamed. “Thank you. Savannah House has always been beautiful, but we need to modernize it a bit. Not too much, of course since it should have historic charm, but we really can add some beautiful touches.”

Hope threw her hands in the air. “I really haven’t figured out my role. I would say fitness or lifestyle, but I haven’t exactly been keeping up with my exercise regimen since the baby came.”

“You look great,” Fancy said with an encouraging smile.

“That’s a great idea, Hope. People always wants some sort of exercise…yoga, Pilates, Zumba. And perhaps we can consider the spa treatment idea and merge the two,” Callie suggested. “It would be a wellness area.”

“I love the sound of it,” Olivia said, excitement bubbling up inside her as all the ideas began to take shape.

“Me too,” Hope said. “I promise you, I’ll be ready to go when we launch. In the meanwhile, I’ll get some ideas on paper.”

“Call me crazy,” Morgan said with wide eyes, “but I think we’ve got this pretty much settled, with the exception of Charlotte’s role.”

All of the women began to clap and talk at once. The joy in the room was palpable. For the first time they could see the finish line in sight. Their dreams had taken shape and they were only a few months away from the opening of Savannah House. There was only one thing missing at the moment, Olivia thought. Charlotte.

“Well. Now that we have those issues settled, let’s have some proper English tea in memory of Miss Hattie,” Olivia suggested.

Hope let out a squeal. “Oh that’s a lovely suggestion, Olivia.”

“Just like old times,” Fancy said, her beautiful face lit up with a tender smile.

“Just like old times,” Callie repeated, placing her shoulder around Fancy.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married in less than a week,” Olivia said, tears misting in her eyes at the idea of her best friend being settled with the man of her heart.

“God is good. He pointed me right in the direction of my happily ever after,” Callie said.

“I can’t think of anyone who deserves it more,” Olivia said. All four women stood up and embraced in a five-way hug. Olivia felt as if her heart couldn’t be any fuller. Circumstances had fractured their friendships, but time had done nothing to erode the love they felt for one another.

Yes, indeed. God was good.

“Whenever there’s a little voice urging you to do something that you know is wrong, cast it out. The devil disguises himself in all kind of ways. He’s just waiting to see you fall.” Jack Renault

Chapter Ten

By the time Hunter arrived back home after dropping Olivia off at Savannah House and then picking up his rental car, it was close to eleven o'clock. The moment he pulled into the driveway he was greeted by his brothers who were hanging out on the porch waiting for him to arrive. Braxon looked like a dark thundercloud with his stormy eyes and angry stance. Joshua was pacing back and forth in an agitated manner that bore little resemblance to the brother he'd always known and loved. He was jittery and seemed to be extremely on edge.

“It's about time you showed up,” Braxon said as he glared at him, then impatiently glanced at his watch. “We have our tux fitting in ten minutes.”

Tux fitting? He’d totally forgotten about it. Jax and Callie’s wedding was a formal affair, requiring all the male guests to wear tuxedos. His entire family had been invited to the festivities. He'd forgotten all about their appointment in the aftermath of his adventure with Olivia.

And who could blame him? It had been a night to remember. She'd been understanding and forgiving about the motorcycle breaking down. And for the first time in his life he had seen his own future flash before his eyes. Him. Olivia. Kids. The house with the white picket fence. A soft place to fall when the world around him was too much to bear. And it was the first time in his life that he'd felt as if he might be staring into the eyes of his future wife.

Although it scared him that he was heading into dangerous territory, he couldn't deny the feelings Olivia aroused in him. Joy. Satisfaction. Tenderness. The tightness he was feeling in the region of his heart was something he couldn't ignore.

“Where were you last night?” Braxon asked with a frown.

“I'm a little old to have a curfew,” Hunter said with a pointed look in Braxon's direction. “And way too old to be answering to you.”

“And he's not about to kiss and tell,” said Joshua with an easy laugh that reminded Hunter of the old Joshua.

Hunter and Joshua turned towards each other and bumped knuckles in an age-old gesture while Braxon rolled his eyes and muttered a few good-natured insults about his brothers.

“Whatever,” Braxon grumbled, “But next time you pull a disappearing act like that, make sure your assistant knows about it. He called the house phone half a dozen times looking for you.”

Hunter frowned. “Simon? What did he want?”

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