Chapter 14

As we walked away from the gathering of white chairs, the faux fence, and hay bales, a staff of three began to break down the scene prior to the incoming storm posed danger with lightning and high winds. Patrick led me away from the house and to the open barn on the right where the reception was being held. Our conversation was limited but interesting on the subject of the wedding service.

He said, “It was short and sweet, nothing too religious, and exactly how I would probably want my wedding service to be carried out if I ever get married.”

“Will you ever get married?”

“Ironically, no. But if the right guy comes along, I could easily be swayed to change my mind.”

I learned what his idea of the right guy consisted of as we continued our walk to the three-story red barn and through the sprinkling rain and troubling thunder. Patrick was clever and detailed my looks, my career, and salt box-style house in Templeton. Then he laughed and pointed at me with an index finger.