“Can I make you dinner tonight?” Bran asked.
“I’d like that,” she replied, beaming.
“Okay, well, I have to get going and I think you guys are good here, so . . .”
I stood up, grabbed my coffee and waited for their response.
“Bye,” Bran said.
“Thanks, Lila, I’ll call you later,” Carmen added, but neither could tear their eyes off of the other.
Well, all righty then, mission success.
I TOOK RUFUS with me to Cade’s cabin. It was his old stomping grounds, after all, and I knew he was missing Cade, so I thought maybe he’d like to go run around the yard while I looked things over.
My fears had been correct, so I called a landscaping company to come out and mow, weed eat, and clean up the area around the house, and down where we’d be getting married. Next week, a man Cade had hired would be coming by to set up the wedding arbor that he’d made, and the rental company would be bringing the tables and chairs, so I needed space cleared out and cleaned up.
After doing a sweep of the inside of the cabin, I made a note in my calendar to come back on Sunday with my cleaning supplies to give the place a good scrub down before Cade’s family arrived.
Once that was done, I took Rufus back to my place, gave CB some I’m sorry we left you behind rubs and gave them each a bone, and then took off for town.
I had a few minutes before my dress fitting, so I decided to look in on Amy May and see how she was feeling. I found her in the same spot I’d left her in yesterday, the only difference was her clothes.
“Still not feeling good?” I asked as I approached the loveseat in her office.
She shook her head pitifully.
“The suckers didn’t help?” I asked. I’d looked all over and had eventually found them at the maternity store in the mall.
“No,” Amy May moaned. “Jason made me some ginger tea last night, but that didn’t help either. I don’t think this baby likes ginger.”
“Maybe you should talk to your doctor,” I suggested.
I’d had morning sickness with the twins, but I don’t remember being laid out all day like Amy May.
“They can’t do anything, I just have to ride it out.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. I hated seeing her that way.
“Mmmhhhmm.”
“Do you need me to do anything for you today?”
She shook her head.
“Cynthia’s computer’s back up, so she emailed the order for tomorrow, and Jordan is at the storefront right now . . . but, thanks.”
“Anytime, lady, you know that. All you have to do is ask,” I told her.
“I know. Don’t you have a dress appointment?” she asked, closing her eyes.
“Yeah, I’m headed there now. You call or text if you need anything, okay? And, I still think you should call your doctor, or at least go home. These guys can cover the shop for you.”
I left her after getting her to promise she’d call the doctor if her misery continued and went to the bridal shop.
“Perfect,” the seamstress said as I turned to look in the mirror.
And she was right, it fit perfectly.