“I’ll try not to stand on your toes.”
Willow sighed. It wasn’t her toes she was worried about. It was her heart.
Chapter Five
Willow followedMegan and Sam into the storage room at the back of the barn.
“We hid the cans and streamers in here,” Sam whispered.
Willow didn’t know why her friend was worried about someone overhearing them. The band was performing hits from the sixties and most of the wedding guests were singing along with them.
“I love this music,” Megan said. “I feel like I’m at a Beatles concert.”
Willow smiled. “Don’t boogie too much. Your baby might think it’s time to be born.”
Megan rubbed her tummy. “This little guy isn’t going anywhere for a few more weeks.”
Sam’s eyes widened. “Does that mean you’re having a boy?”
Megan laughed. “I have no idea, but there’s a fifty percent chance you’re right.”
“I don’t know how you stop yourself from studying the scans.”
“We want it to be a surprise.” Megan looked over her shoulder. “If we’re going to decorate the car, we’ll have to be quick. Our cover will be blown if Levi or Brooke see us.”
Sam pulled a box off a shelf. “William and Caleb are good decoys. Besides, it should only take a few minutes to attach everything.”
Willow hoped Sam and Megan knew what they were doing. Levi had decided at the last minute to borrow Zac’s Shelby Mustang to take Brooke to their hotel. The classic car was a lot more expensive than the one he was originally going to use. She was terrified they’d scratch the paint or damage the back bumper.
Sam handed Willow the box. “Most of the cans and streamers are in here. I’ll grab the last box and, Megan, you take the sign.”
“Where do you want me to put it?” Megan asked.
“In the back window.” Sam handed her a set of keys. “Just remember to turn off the alarm.”
With the stealth of Navy Seals, Sam, Megan, and Willow hurried through the barn doors and into the cold night air.
Willow shivered as she carefully unwound the first string of cans. “These are wonderful, Sam. When did you paint them blue and pink?”
Sam knelt beside her, attaching another string to the bumper. “Last weekend. Caleb thought they belonged at a baby shower. What do you think?”
“Don’t listen to him. They’re perfect.”
Megan tore a piece of tape off the roll in her hands. “The pink paint matches the color of the roses in Brooke’s bouquet.”
Willow frowned as Megan maneuvered herself into the Mustang. The two-door car was perfect for taking the bride and groom to their hotel, but not so great for a pregnant woman trying to stick a sign to the rear window.
Opening the driver’s door, Willow leaned inside. “Can I help?”
“I’m fine. I just need to…”
Megan’s sharp, indrawn breath startled Willow. “What’s the matter?”
“It’s just Braxton Hicks contractions. They’ll go away soon.”
“How often are you getting them?”
Megan winced. “A few times a day. It’s been worse this afternoon.”
