work for me. The only appointment I’ve got is with the travel agent on Friday. I’ll contact the bride and find out which day suits her.”
Molly poured herself a cup of coffee. “Where are you going on your honeymoon?”
“I don’t know. Logan wants to go somewhere warm.”
Annie put her hand inside the box of letters and pulled one out. “What about Fiji? Someone I know went there for their last vacation. They loved it.”
“Fiji is amazing.” Molly picked up her camera and took a photo of Annie as she opened her envelope. “I worked there a couple of years ago. If you want lots of beaches, white sand, and coconut trees, it’s the place to go.”
Twelve months ago, Molly had been an international fashion photographer. She’d traveled the world, worked in exotic locations, and lived the kind of life that most people dreamed about. Then her granny had died in Ireland, and she’d moved to Bozeman to be closer to her sister. It hadn’t been easy, but with her sister’s help she’d created a new life, a new business, and a new outlook on life.
“Sounds like the perfect place to me,” Sally said as she shooed Muggles, one of her cats, away from the plate of cookies. She loved her apartment, but it wasn’t big enough for the three cats, two turtles, and six goldfish she looked after. Having Max living with her at the weekends had nearly tipped her neighbors’ kindness into overdrive. Adopting more shelter animals wasn’t an option.
Annie leaned down and patted Muggles. The gray and white striped cat purred loudly. “I’ve got some news,” she said.
“Sounds serious.” Molly took a photo of Muggles and smiled. She showed Annie the photo, then moved around to Sally. “I hope you haven’t got another box of donated dresses hidden in your bedroom?”
Annie shook her head. “Not today. Dylan asked me to marry him, and I said yes.”
Molly’s mouth dropped open and Tess coughed into her hand.
Sally sat down on a chair. She couldn’t believe Annie was getting married. Last she’d heard, Dylan was still having issues with touching people. She knew he’d come a long way, but still…Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder wasn’t something you took lightly.
She looked closer at Annie. The soft blush and excited smile on her friend’s face made her feel guilty for thinking she was crazy. “When did you fall in love with him?”
“I’ve loved him for a long time. I just didn’t realize it.”
“Are you sure you want to get married?” Molly looked shocked. They all knew Annie’s first marriage had ended in disaster.
“I’m sure.” Annie sighed. “He’s an amazing man. I want to spend the rest of my life with him.”
Tess frowned. “What about touching him? How are you ever going to…you know...”
Annie’s blush deepened.
Tess laughed. “How did you keep that a secret?”
“It wasn’t easy,” Annie muttered. “You’re all going to be my bridesmaids, so you’d better get used to the idea.”
Sally smiled at the determined look on Annie’s face. “Dylan’s a great guy. He’s lucky to have found you.”
Annie hugged Sally close. “Thank you. I feel lucky, too. If it hadn’t have been for Tess falling in love with Dylan, I might never have met him.”
Sally grinned at the tears in her friend’s eyes. “I guess the next big question is, when are you getting married?”
Tess passed Annie a box of tissues. “Please don’t tell me you’re getting married in two months’ time?”
Annie shook her head. “We thought we’d get married in November after you get back from your honeymoon.”
“We can try on different bridesmaids’ dresses for your wedding,” Molly said. “Goodness knows there are enough of them to choose from.”
Sally pushed the plate of cookies away from her. “You know what this means, don’t you?” When everyone stared at her with blank looks on their faces, she sighed. “I’m going to be on a cookie-free diet from now until November. My life
Peter Dickinson, Robin McKinley