His searching gaze made me uncomfortable. What was he looking for? I certainly didn’t want him to see that I still pined away for him like a fool.
“What about me? We’ve already had this discussion.” I looked up to see Viola waving at me, frantic. Istood. “Excuse me. It seems I need to help your sister with a crisis. You’re never too old to find the one, Van. Remember that.”
* * * *
Three weeks later, at the start of a fairly mild February, Viola added a last-minute event on my plate during our Monday morning meeting.
“It’s a rehearsal dinner, wedding, and reception. It’ll be a small gathering, and the ceremony is tobe held on the morning of Valentine’s Day.”
Say what now?
“That’s less than two weeks away!” I exclaimed.
She patted my hand calmly. “I know, dear. As we have space on our schedule, I added it in.” Her smile was secretive, and I was instantly suspicious.