Page 15 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

“OMG. I’ve been meaning to tell you, he took us down to the Hundred Acre Woods.”

Celeste bursts out laughing. “What?”

“I know, isn’t it cute? He’s called it that since we were kids. I had no idea he was a Winnie the Pooh fan.”

“Did you see Pooh Bear and Tigger?” she jokes.

“Nope, but there’s this beautiful clearing where the edge of the cotton field meets the forest. I’m telling you now, Celeste, the backdrop at dusk would make such a beautiful bridal shot.”

“Uh, huh.”

I glance at her. “What’suh, huh?”

She shrugs. “Nothing.” But I see the smile on her lips.

“I went to assist Autumn. She’s been wanting to get out there for ages to grab some shots for her portfolio. I think she’s entering some competition coming up for landscape photography. But we thought it would be a good way to scope out some spots for your big day.”

“Well, that’s very sweet of both of you.”

“What are friends for? Anyway, it’s gorgeous out there.”

“I bet.” She winks.

I roll my eyes as I round my desk and grab my purse from underneath. “What is that look for?”

“Two words. Hudson Nash.”

“And a giant pain in my ass. How many words is that?”

Cece giggles. “A lot. And you can say whatever you want to anyone else, but I know you think he’s hot.”

“I had a crush on him years ago, when I was kid. I mean, I admit he’s not exactly horrible to look at. But he’s thirteen years older than me, and need I remind you,a giant pain in my ass.”

“He only got hotter with age,” Celeste says.

“Hey, you’re taken, missy.”

“To the best man on the planet. But I still have eyes.”

“You wanna hear the other crazy news?”

She claps her hands together. “Always.”

“He’s going to Liz and James’ wedding in Florida. Apparently, he was good buddies with the groom back in the day.”

Celeste’s mouth drops open as she gapes at me. “Wow, George. That’s one hell of a coincidence.”

“Tell me about it.”

“So, are you planning on traveling together?”

I laugh a little into my hand and then round it off with a huge sigh. “I kind of made up that I may be bringing a date.”

“But you don’t have a date for the wedding.”

“I know, but the words just flew out of my mouth.”

She looks at me with an amused expression, her features soft and her eyes dancing with delight. Cece knows what’s at the heart of me; she knows I’ve been holding out for the big one. I haven’t dated in so long, or that well, if my track record is anything to go by. And I’ve never slept with a man. Yep, I’m still a virgin. At twenty-five. Maybe I’m just a late bloomer, I don’t know. I have had a few close encounters, but it just didn’t feel right. I want it to be withthe oneand I want it to be special.

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