Chapter 11

“Viola wants me to be at the church early for some reason tomorrow. I’ll be so glad when this kooky event is over. It’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever done.”

“It may surprise you.”

I yawned, and he rubbed my neck.

“Lie down for a bit, hon. Take a nap. You work too hard. I’ll take care of you, promise.”

And for the first time in our up-and-down “relationship,” I believed he would. And, oh, how I wished he meant more than that.

* * * *

Friday afternoon before I left the office, Viola informed me that the tuxes had been delivered, and the client was ecstatic with all the preparations that had been made.

“Make sure you’re not late this evening. In fact, leave early today and head home to freshen up a bit first. You never know…”

I frowned. “Never know what?”

She patted her bun. “Nothing. Just be there on time.”

Viola was acting cagey. In fact, all the staff in the office had been giving me sly smiles for the past week. When I pointed this out to Van, he shrugged it off.