“You have a wedding to finish planning and a groom to take in your arms. It’s time for you to leave.”
“I concur,” I whispered, enjoying his company, cookies, and tea. I felt better inside, felt like the blue mood was lifting. 25: Craving a Cowboy
Tucker’s Bed and Breakfast
Bedroom
June 15, 20—
6:08 P.M.
I had a few things to do before I left Tucker’s. I was betting that our wedding day was still on. Intuition told me that Gray wasn’t going to back out, and neither was I. I’d just learned a painful lesson about putting all my eggs in one basket, but I guess it was inevitable regarding a husband and such a special day, right?