“Yeah.” He was looking at me in a way that suggested my answer was important.
“Okay,” I said slowly.
“And…well…sometimes there are things I’ve just got to do. It’s the way I’m wired.”
“I understand that.”
“Do you?”
“I think so…or at least I’m trying to.”
He smiled and then kissed me gently. “Thank you.”
* * * *
“Hey, Amy.” Becca waved as she walked into the café, commanding attention from everyone the way she always did. The pale-green dress hugging her curves and her shiny long hair captivated people. The dazzling smile that warmed the room helped, too.
I got up to hug her and then noticed she wasn’t alone.
“Amy, this is Chelsea, a friend of mine.”
“Hi.” A pretty girl, about my age, smiled then sat at the table. “Lovely to meet you.”
“And you.” I was surprised. Becca hadn’t said she was bringing anyone.
“Chelsea is getting married soon.” Becca sat and hung her handbag over the back of the chair. “And on the walk here was the only chance we had to get together about a few details.”
“Oh, congratulations.” I smiled and then poured my tea. “When is the big day?”
“In two months. It’s a whirlwind right now, planning everything. And I really need to get the guest list finalized so I can do the seating plan.”
“Yes, of course.” I nodded seriously. “You need to get that done.”
She withdrew a notebook and a sleek silver pen. “You’ll be there right?” And do you have any dietary requirements.”
“She’s a veggie,” Becca said and picked up the pastry menu.
“I…I…you wantmethere?” I frowned.
“You’re with Mitch, right?”
“Er…yes.”
“Well, obviously he’s coming. Andrew wants every member of Galahad there.” She wrote my name in her book and then added a big V next to it.
“Galahad?” I turned my attention to Becca. “I don’t understand.”
Becca waved her hand in the air, dismissing my question. “I’m having a slice of Victoria sponge. Anyone else?”
“No, I’m good thanks. Got a wedding dress to get into.” Chelsea laughed. “I’ll only stay a few minutes. I’ve got an appointment with the florist around the corner.”
“Anything for you?” Becca asked me. She stood.
“No, I’ve had some shortbread.”
“Oh yes, they make it fresh here, I might opt for that instead.” She headed to the counter.
I turned back to Chelsea. “You know Mitch then?” He’d never mentioned this charming, well-spoken woman.
