She leaned back. “Saying the proposal works out, saying Bobbi gets engaged in two days, saying I do find a photography job close toyou in New York later this summer... you don’t think we’re being crazy, do you? Making all these big plans when we’ve only known each other a few weeks?”
Nate held her gaze. “Is that what you think?”
“A little bit. Until you start kissing me.”
“Well, then.” Nate closed the distance. And for a long time into the night McKenna moving to New York to spend the rest of her life with Nate didn’t seem crazy at all.
Nate stared at the ceiling of his bedroom, just visible in the predawn light, his eyelids heavy from not sleeping a wink all night. Partly because of the conversation and kisses he’d shared with McKenna. Mostly because of the text message he’d sent a little before midnight. A message he never imagined in his wildest dreams that he’d send.
But then again, never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined falling in love with the zany lady who kissed his armpit a few weeks ago.
You don’t think we’re being crazy, do you?
Yes. They were. And Nate couldn’t be happier.
Wait. No. He was getting ahead of himself. Hecouldbe happier. He could be happier when McKenna was living close to him in Buffalo, New York, because this summer wasn’t just some little fling.
He reached for his phone. No response yet.
He sank back on the pillow. No worries. It was barely five in the morning. Still plenty of time for a response. The concert wasn’t until tomorrow evening. If he didn’t hear something in the next few hours, he’d reach out again. If he still didn’t hear anything back, he’d come up with a plan B.
Hours later, Nate found himself needing to come up with a planB.
“Where’s Nate?” McKenna plopped into a seat at the dining table next to Georgie and stole a glance out the window. She’d hardly caught a glimpse of the man since breakfast when the workers for the glass cottage had shown up, and he’d gone out to talk to them.
“Where’s the snacks?” Gus said, folding into the seat next to McKenna.
“Where’s everyone?” Georgie slid a legal pad in front of McKenna. “We need to get this meeting started.”
“So nobody’s seen Nate?”
Georgie handed McKenna a pen. “What? Nate? Oh. I did see him. He’s running an errand.”
McKenna clutched the pen in her lap, so she didn’t bounce it off Georgie’s forehead. “Surely we have enough folding tables by now, Georgie.”
“I didn’t send him out for anything this time. I just happened to pass him as I was turning into the driveway. I mean, if he should happen to stumble across a few extra folding tables while he’s out and about, I wouldn’t say no to them, but—”
“Sorry we’re late, everyone.” Barb rushed in with Evie close behind.
“That’s not our snack, is it?” Gus muttered when Barb set a long skinny cucumber on the table.
“Where’s all the Harrys?” asked Evie.
“Visiting Stones River National Battlefield,” said Georgie. “Thankfully they’re all history buffs, so they should be out of our hair for a while.”
“Where’s Nate?” Barb asked, looking at McKenna.
“Running an errand?” She shrugged.
“Really?” said Evie. “I would have figured we had enough folding tables by now.”
Georgie lifted her palms. “We’re not here to discuss folding tables. Although maybe we should add that onto the agenda because I’m still not entirely convinced—”
“We have enough,” everyone shouted back.
“But what we don’t have enough of,” said Gus, scooting his chair back, “is snacks. I’m grabbing the Cheez-Its.”
Before Gus could stand, Georgie jabbed a finger at him to sit. “You’ll keep that rear glued to your seat until we get through this meeting.”
