Page 98 of If We Never Met

"It looks that way."

He glanced around the garage, noting the security camera not too far away. "Did the camera catch who did it?"

"Unfortunately not. But we're in the process of getting a better security gate, so this won't be a problem in the future. I'm sure it was just kids."

And he was equally sure it wasn't a kid at all. It was Mandy. He wanted to challenge Mark, but he and the security guard were already walking toward the entrance to the garage. That question would have to wait.

He got into his rental car, his mood no longer quite as exuberant as it had been. Before he went back to Miami, he needed to help Keira figure out what was going on with Mark.

If Mandy had keyed his car, then who knew what she would do next?

As Keira closed the shop on Monday afternoon, she checked her phone, wondering why she hadn't heard from Dante about his meeting with his doctor. She worried that he'd gotten bad news. Or maybe it was just the opposite: he'd gotten good news, and he didn't want to tell her he was leaving soon. Her gut twisted at that thought. She didn't want him to leave, but she did want him to be healed. Unfortunately, she couldn't have both.

Her phone buzzed, and she jumped to answer it, relieved to see Dante's name flash across her screen.

"Hi," she said. "I've been wondering what's going on. How did it go with Grayson?"

"It was good."

"That's great. I'm so happy for you. Are you happy? I can't tell."

"I'm thrilled. I'm just still trying to believe it's true."

"You can go back to pitching?"

"Not right away, but soon. Grayson thinks I'll make a full recovery. I'll give you the details tonight. We're still meeting up later, right?"

For a split second, she thought maybe she should say no, because every second they spent together was going to leave one more painful memory to deal with. But she couldn't say no, because she needed to see him. "Yes," she said. "It will probably be close to ten."

"I'll be waiting. Have fun with your friends."

"I will. Bye." She let out a breath as she set down her phone. She told herself to be happy for him, but all she could feel was selfish unhappiness that he was leaving, probably sooner than she'd thought. She needed to get over that feeling before she met up with him.

The door to her shop opened, and she immediately put a smile on her face as Hannah, Gianna, and Chloe came through the door.

"I brought wine." Gianna held up a bottle. "Do we need glasses?"

"I have some plastic wine glasses in the back," she replied. The door opened again, and Chelsea and Lizzie walked in. "Looks like we're all here," she said, as she came around the counter and locked the door behind them. Then they headed into the back room.

Hannah filled wine glasses as Keira started with the bridesmaids. She'd tucked Hannah's dress away. She didn't want her to see it until she tried it on.

Happy chatter went on as each one of the women took their turn in front of the mirror. Lizzie's hem needed a minor tweak as she'd decided to wear a different pair of shoes. But Chloe and Gianna's gowns were perfect. Chelsea was the last to try her dress on, and it fit like a glove, although it seemed a bit tighter than she remembered.

Chelsea turned away from the mirror with an odd expression in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "If it's too snug, I can let out a seam. I may have miscalculated."

"You didn't," Chelsea replied. "I wasn't going to say anything because I don't want to take the attention away from Hannah—"

"What are you talking about?" Hannah asked.

Chelsea glanced at Lizzie.

"Just do it," Lizzie urged.

"Oh, my God," Hannah interrupted. "Are you pregnant, Chelsea?"

"Yes!" Chelsea's dazzling smile was incredibly bright. "Almost eight weeks. I didn't think I'd show at all yet."

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