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“Thanks.”
Before he could ask to speak to the grandfather, the kid disconnected.
He’d give the guy a call in the morning, get a better understanding of the situation.
But he guessed he had an answer for Ava.
Jude: Yeah, I’ll be there.
Chapter Two
I’m getting married.
Finlay barely recognized herself in the mirror. The stylist had tamed her curly hair into glossy beach waves, her makeup was a little heavy (but that was for photographs, so she understood), and she wore an absolute explosion of a wedding gown.
Her best friend stood beside her. “You’re stunning. You know that, right?”
“Thank you.” Finlay reached for Willa’s hand. “I’m really doing this.”
Somehow, she’d made every dream on her vision board come true.
Well, not the kids. Not yet. But she and Matt wouldn’t wait even a day. She hoped to get pregnant on their honeymoon.
“All right.” Stella, the wedding planner, waved her hands. “It’s showtime.”
Willa smiled. “Let’s do this.”
Lifting the skirt of her dress, Finlay headed out of the dressing room with her bridal party, but just as she reached the door, she remembered the gift. “Oh, wait. Hang on a sec. I forgot one thing.”
“Are you serious?” Stella asked.
“What is it?” Willa asked. “I’ll take care of it.”
“No, it’s okay. It’s something I have to do.”
“Sweetie, you walk down the aisle in five minutes,” the wedding planner said.
“I know. I promise it won’t take me longer than that.” She just had to run to the car. Once they left, she dug her groom’s present out of her tote bag. Her heart did a little jig.
He’s going to love this.
Matt’s dad had passed away when he was a teenager, and he didn’t have much to remember him by. The one thing he’d always wanted was his dad’s watch. It had gone missing after the accident that took his life, and no one had been able to find it.
With permission from his mom to go through old boxes in the attic, Finlay found the purchase order and serial number, so she’d been able to track it down at an estate jewelry store in Spokane. She couldn’t wait to give it to him.
Tucking it under her arm, she hurried out. As she made her way along the empty hallway, she caught the hum of conversation in the church and the smell of pine and cinnamon from the candles for her winter wedding.
A frisson of happiness sped down her spine.
This is really happening.
She and Matt were two peas in a pod. They wanted the same things out of life: a home full of soccer shoes and holiday decorations and big family dinners. She wanted laughter around the table, toys in the bathtub, and the entire family smushed together in bed, reading stories.
All the things she’d never had growing up.
Hitting the lever of the side door, she stepped out into the frigid air of the Teton Range. Good thing Matt had parked his BMW right there. She opened the trunk to find it stuffedwith their luggage. They’d spend their wedding night at the Homestead Inn, then leave for their honeymoon the next day.
She couldn’t wait to start her life with him.He’s going to be a great dad.
