Page 81 of Wedding Bells in Silverwood

Viola’s heart drummed as Jonas leaned in. She tilted her head up, letting their lips drift together into a kiss as sweet as pie.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Kim had been hugging Holly for what seemed like endless minutes, not showing any signs of letting go.

“You’re going to miss your flight,” Holly said over Kim’s shoulder.

“I don’t care,” Kim whined. “I still have to meet my mountain man anyway.”

Holly’s laugh was crushed by Kim’s embrace. “Well, then, you have a good reason to come back for a visit.”

Kim finally released her. “I’ll definitely be back.”

She held her arms out to Nick, who had been waiting patiently nearby. Holly could almost see the fear in his eyes as Kim dragged him in for a hug.

Cupid paced around them, glancing up at Nick to check that he wasn’t being attacked.

“Nicky, you’re amazing. You and Holly are so perfect together.” Kim stepped back and tilted her head. “Thank you for everything.”

“Thank you for coming,” Nick replied. “I know it wouldn’t have been the same without you, and I’m pretty sure you’ve got an open invitation to come back.”

“I’ll give you a heads-up so you can maybe round up some of your best-looking single buds to, uh, keep me entertained.”

Nick nodded. “You’ve got it.”

Kim extended the handle of her rolling carry-on. “All right, you crazy kids, I’m off. Happy New Year. Love you.”

Blowing kisses before she turned, Kim strutted off toward her gate.

“Well.” Nick put his arm around Holly. “Silverwood’s going to be much quieter now.”

Holly playfully elbowed him, but she had to agree.

Holly’s suitcase lay open on the bed. Packing shorts, tank tops, and bathing suits felt strange when it was snowing outside.

In the evening, she and Nick would be flying to Jamaica for their honeymoon, but first, they had to drop off her mom for her flight back to the Philippines. Holly felt like a regular at the airport, having just taken Kim a few days prior.

Holly went into the hall and peeked into her mom’s room. She caught Vivian placing cash under a candlestick holder.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

Vivian jumped at the sound of Holly’s voice. “You scared me.”

“Sorry. But why are you putting money on the dresser? I can’t decipher what kind of message you’re trying to send.”

Vivian laughed. “No. I can’t use dollars. You keep them.”

“You could hold on to them for your next visit.”

“But I don’t know when that will be.”

“Don’t say that.” Holly frowned. “It’ll make me sad. Just say you’ll be back soon.”

Vivian hugged her. “I’ll be back soon.”

The sound of the front door opening broke their embrace.

“Nick’s home.”

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