“Aren’t the frames the favors?” he asked.
“No.” She opened a manila folder marked with a giant heart to symbolize a favor. Starr had a unique way of labeling her files. “They’re the place card holders, remember?”
Will rubbed his eyes. “Why don’t we ask Faith and Trent to do us a favor and elope?”
Kelsey did a double take. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“Neither can I,” Will admitted as much to his own surprise as hers. “Blame it on an overdose of wedding planning. A man can only take so much.”
She wadded up a piece of paper and tossed it at his head. Will caught the projectile midair.
“Good catch,” she said. “Now, about the favors. We need to decorate and fill heart-shaped boxes with a hand-blown glass heart, chocolate truffles, and a Valentine’s card.”
“We?”
He sounded as if she’d asked him to wear a pair of tights and a pink tutu. She suppressed a laugh. “It won’t be so bad.”
“Doesn’t that depend on your definition of ‘bad’? I didn’t even make any of the favors for my own wedding.”
She was really looking forward to this. Kelsey grinned. “You’re going to have lots of fun with the hot glue gun.”
“Hot glue and fun.” Will grimaced. “I’ve never connected the two before.”
“Oh, you will.” Kelsey winked. “Trust me on this one. You will.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
February 11
How had this happened?
Three days later, Will stood in his dining room. With the favor-making supplies set up at one end of the dining-room table and the wedding-planning paraphernalia at the other, this was the epitome of a guy’s worst nightmare. And he was living it—twenty-four seven.
An hour of using a hot glue gun and fumbling with ribbons and bows and heart-shaped boxes was all he could take. He had only so much patience. And his hands were too big. So they compromised. Kelsey would work on the favors by herself, and he would run the errands and make the phone calls.
A meow sounded. Midas sat on the back of a chair, staring out a window into the backyard.
Will walked toward him. “What do you see, boy? A bird?”
Another meow.
He glanced out the window to see what had captured Midas’s attention. Kelsey stood with her head tilted back, catching snowflakes on her tongue. She hadn’t worn a hat, so her long hair swung about her back. He loved her hair, especially when she wore it down.
“Meow is right.” Will patted Midas’s head and watched Kelsey. She looked so happy and carefree as she played out in the snow. Her smile showed how much she was enjoying herself. “Be right back.”
Will pulled on his jacket and stepped outside. The scent of pine and tree sap hung in the chilly air, reminding him of Christmastime and chopping down the family tree, as they did every year. “Did you get tired of making favors?”
She glanced at him. “When the snow started falling, I decided to take a break.”
“All the errands and calls are done.”
“Good for you.” She spread her arms out and twirled. With all her hair and a lavender scarf for wings, she looked like a snow fairy. “I’m not even close to being done.”
“You don’t sound too worried.”
“It’ll get done.”
She sounded so unlike her normally organized, on-top-of-everything self. “Are you okay?”
