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“Maybe.”

“Have you looked at places before?”

“A couple times.” He shrugs. “Never had anything stick out enough for me to jump on it.”

“So maybe this isn’t the place for you then, either. You only just started looking. You liked Sam though?” I’m watching him as we walk, but he’s just focused ahead.

“We clicked. I’ve always been good at telling if a person is going to mesh well with me or not. She’s the right realtor for me, I think.”

“Do you always make such snap decisions?”

“Yes. I trust my instincts. They’ve never steered me wrong before.”

“Well, then I’m sure you’ll know when the right place comes up.”

He smiles down at me. “You’re right. Thanks.”

I smile back and we continue toward work, but as we walk, I think back on what he said. He makes snap decisions. He trusts his instincts. And his instincts were to be with me. It hadn’t been my instincts that had led to me putting a halt on things between us. It had been past trauma. So what if I’d been wrong?

Chapter 22

Spencer

I contact Sam and, while the apartment I’d gone to see ended up with an accepted offer quickly, she gets me a list of other condos that meet my criteria. I don’t tell her or Lis that I’ve included the things Lis thought were important.

We go to see a few places, but it’s instantly clear that I am picky. Sam starts giving me fewer listings to look at, but every one is almost perfect. There’s just something off about each one.

I keep thinking back to the one I saw with Lis and wishing I’d jumped on it sooner. I’m still thinking about it four weeks later when I should be working. There’s a wedding rehearsal tonight that I force myself to focus on, getting chairs set up with white slip covers and pink bows on each. The pergola has matching fancy pink gauze draped over it with strategically placed flowers in the gathers of the material.

After some pretty nasty June-uary weather for the last couple weeks, today has blue skies far off into the distance. I have the tents brought up but set in the back of the area in case we need to set them up in a hurry.

Then I check on the progress in the hall where dinner will be served later tonight and tomorrow for the wedding. While I’m heading down, I check the weather app on my phone to make sure no rain is forecast.

“Spencer,” someone calls. I turn to see Nessa, the bride for tomorrow’s wedding. Thankfully not a bridezilla.

“Hey. How are you doing?”

She’s followed into the hall by her fiancé and two women, one older, probably her mom, and one around her age.

“Excellent. Is everything ready?”

“Just about. Everything for the rehearsal is ready upstairs. We’re just finishing up down here for the dinner. Once they’re done, you can do the rehearsal dinner at the top three tables.”

“You remember Carter,” she says, holding her fiancé’s arm and looking up at him adoringly.

“Of course.” I hold my hand out and we shake. In addition to being a groom at our venue, Carter is also Derek’s mechanic. He’s even convinced Adalie to bring her car to him when necessary.

“This is my mom, Deb, and my best friend and maid of honour, Annie. Everyone, this is Spencer, the event coordinator for Blue Vista. Is Vic and Derek around?”

I shake everyone’s hands as I’m introduced. Annie holds the handshake just a second too long.

“Not tonight,” I tell Nessa. “But they’ll be here tomorrow for the main event. If people are starting to arrive, I’d better get someone stationed downstairs to make sure they all get to the right place. You can find your way to the roof?”

Nessa gives me a nod and starts toward the stairs. Annie lingers.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hello.”

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