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  “I thought I might catch you here.”

  “Just finishing up,” Laurel told her.

  “I have a request for cupcakes, two dozen. Two weeks,” Emma added quickly. “So at least the client didn’t squeeze it too close. It’s my cousin. Coworker’s office baby shower. The only directive was cute.”

  “Boy or girl?”

  “Surprise, so not gender specific. Really whatever you want.”

  “Okay. Put it on the board.”

  “I appreciate it.” Emma added the order and date to Laurel’s task board. “What’s this?” She tapped the electronic list maker.

  “Del gave me a present.”

  “Oh, that’s so nice. What did he give you?”

  “That. It’s so cool. Watch this.” She walked over, pushed Record. “Unsalted butter. I programmed that in. See, there it is. I push this, and it’s on the list.”

  Emma just stared. “This is a present?”

  “Yes. I know to your way of thinking a present from a guy isn’t a present unless it’s shiny. But I can hot glue some sequins on it if it makes you feel better.”

  “It doesn’t have to be shiny. It can also smell good. Well, it’s thoughtful, and you like it, so it’s a nice gift. What’s the occasion?”

  “No occasion.”

  “Oh, just a gimme? That definitely bumps up the ranking.”

  “It’s going to fall on your scoreboard when I tell you he got Mrs. G one, too.”

  “Well, jeez!” Firm on this, Emma fisted her hands on her hips. “I’m sorry, it falls to the token category. A present has to be a one-on-one under these circumstances. It’s a thoughtful token. This, my friend, is a present.” She lifted her arm to dangle the bracelet Jack had given her. “The earrings Carter gave Mac forValentine’s Day? That’s a present. I fear Del requires some training.”

  “He would if he were your boyfriend.”

  “Del’s your boyfriend!” With a laugh, Emma grabbed Laurel to dance her in a circle.

  “That sounds so high school.There has to be another term.”

  “Why are we dancing?” Parker wondered as she stepped in.

  “Del is Laurel’s boyfriend, and he gave her a token. I’m sorry, it’s just not present-worthy. Look.”

  Parker went over. “Oh! I’ve seen these. I want one.”

  “Of course you do,” Emma said with a sigh. “You’re his sister. But would you consider it a gift, especially if he gave one to Mrs. G, too?”

  “Hmm. It does fall in the murky area. But it’s thoughtful, and very appropriate for Laurel.”

  “There.” Emma lifted a finger in triumph. “That’s what I said. Here’s Mac. Mac, we need a tiebreaker.”

  “For what? And what are we doing in here? This is Girl Night.”

  “We need to clear this up first. Is this a gift or a token?” Emma gestured.

  “What the hell is it?”

  “See, token.You never have to ask what a present is. Parker, tell Del to buy Laurel something pretty.”

  “No. Stop it.” Laurel gave Emma a shove, but she had to laugh. “I like it. If you like it, all rules are off, and it’s a present.”

  “What the hell is it?” Mac asked again.

  “It’s an electronic organizer for marketing and errands,” Parker explained. “I want one, too. Why didn’t Del buy me one? I like presents.”

  “Token,” Emma insisted.

  “You don’t need another organizer,” Laurel told Parker.

  Mac continued to frown at it. “For God’s sake don’t show it to Carter. He’ll want one, then he’ll want me to use it.”

  “Del bought one for Mrs. G, too, so Carter’s bound to see it,” Emma commented.

  “Damn it.”

  “This is entirely too much controversy over my new toy. I’m going upstairs.”

  “Is Mrs. G making pizza?” Emma wondered. “I’ve been thinking all day about Mrs. G’s pizza and a large quantity of wine.”

  “We’ll get to it, but we’ve got something to do first.”

  “Not work.” Emma grabbed Parker’s arm. “I’m so ready for carbs and alcohol and girls.”

  “Not work, exactly. I happened to pick something up today for approval. You’ll need to see it.”

  “What did you ... Oh! Oh!” Now Emma spun Parker in a dance. “My wedding dress? Did you find my dress?”

  “Maybe. And to follow a recent tradition, we’re in the Bride’s Suite.”

  “This is the best surprise. The best.”

  “If it doesn’t work for you ... ” Parker began as Emma pulled her up the stairs.

  “It’ll still be the best surprise. Oh, I’m nervous.” She stopped outside the door of the Bride’s Suite. “I’m really nervous. Okay, here we go.” She reached for the door, pulled her hand back. “I can’t open it. Somebody else open it.”

  Laurel pushed open the door. “In you go,” she said, then gave Emma a shove.

  Emma gasped, then pressed a hand to her lips.

  Parker never missed, Laurel thought. The dress was Emma. Romantic and fanciful with its acres of frothy skirts, with just a hint of sexy in the sparkle of the deeply off-the-shoulder bodice. A garden of fabric roses bloomed on the warm white of the elaborate pick-up skirt and along the sweeping train fit for a princess.

  “It’s a fairy tale,” Emma managed. “Oh, Parker, it’s a fairy tale.”

  “Have some of this.” Mrs. Grady, who’d been waiting with champagne, handed a flute to Emma. “No crying with champagne. You’ll water it down.”

  “It’s the most beautiful dress in the world.”

  “You have to try it on. Strip it off, Em,” Laurel ordered. “Parker and I will help you. Mac’s documenting.”

  “The skirt.” Reverently, Emma brushed her fingertips over the fabric. “It’s like clouds. It’ll billow. Oh, look at the back!” Tiny white rosebuds trailed down to hide the zipper. “Could there be a more perfect dress for a florist?”

  “It kept saying ‘take me to Emma,’” Parker told her as she and Laurel helped her into it.

  “No peeking!” Laurel ordered as Emma started to turn her head to look in the mirror. “Not until we’re done.”

  “Needs a couple of tucks.” Mrs. Grady stepped over with her pins as Mac circled with her camera.

  “Laurel, the train needs a little ...Yeah, that’s it,” Mac said. “Oh, Em. Just wow.”

  “I have to see.”

  “Hold your horses,” Mrs. Grady muttered, and finished her pinning. She stepped back out of the way, gave the nod.

  “Ready?” Emma held her breath, turned.

  Mac caught it, Laurel thought, caught that moment of wonder, the sheen of tears that was joy.

  “All my life,” Emma murmured. “Ever since we were little girls, I dreamed of this. And here I am, in my wedding dress. And it feels exactly as I hoped it would.”

  “You look like a princess,” Laurel told her. “Honestly, Emma, you’re just staggering.”

  Emma reached out, touching fingertips to the mirror. “It’s me. I’m going to wear this dress to marry the man I love. Isn’t that amazing?”

  “Good work.” Laurel put an arm around Parker. “Damn good work.” She took the tissue Parker offered, dabbed her eyes. “Let’s toast the bride.”

  “Give me the camera, Mackensie,” Mrs. Grady ordered, “so I can get one of the four of you. There you are, and aren’t you a picture?” she added, and captured it.

  Later, over pizza and champagne, they dived into wedding plans. “I’ll have my mother, and maybe my sister, come into the bridal shop to see it when I do the first fitting. I’ll cry again. We’ll all cry.”

  “They’re holding two headpieces. One if you wear your hair up, the other if you wear it down. Your mom can help you decide.”

  “Parker. You think of everything.” Emma blinked, sniffled. “No, I don’t want to start that again. Oh, the bouquet I’m going to design for that dress! And my three maids of honor—or hey, by then two maids and one m
atron.”

  “I can’t imagine being a matron,” Mac said over a bite of pizza.

  “I think lavender. Different styles, but the same color tones. I’m leaning toward whites and lavenders for the flowers. Soft, soft, soft, and romantic. White candles everywhere.”

  “A mix of real, silk, and sugar paste flowers for the cake,” Laurel mused.

  “Yes! Look, Parker’s taking notes. Parker’s taking notes on my wedding.”

  “Of course I am.”

  “I want to schedule the engagement shoot for an evening next week,” Mac told her. “I want a night shot—sexy and atmospheric. In the gardens here.”

  “The gardens. That’s perfect. I have the best pals in the universe.”

  “I’d like to tag along for the fitting,” Mac added. “Get some shots of you and your mom.”

  “You should do it here.” Laurel sipped champagne. “We can arrange the first fitting here—and bring the headpieces, right, Parker?”

  “We could.” Parker’s face lit up as she warmed to the idea. “Sure we could.”

  “Then Mac could get her shots, and your mom could sit down for a first official consult, go over things you’ve decided, or where you’re leaning.”

  “That’s a really good idea,” Parker decided.

  “I have one now and then.”

  “We could really do it up for her,” Mac added. “Your mom. The Vows’ VIP client treatment.”

  “She’d love that. I’d love that. There I go again.”

  Laurel passed Emma another tissue. “Think about shoes.”

  “Shoes?”

  “Shoes for that dress.”

  “Oh. Shoes.”

  “See, nobody cries over shoes. I’d go for something with just a touch of sparkle, just a hint of sexy and all-out fabulous.”

  “We need to go shopping. You don’t have your wedding shoes yet, do you, Mac?”

  “Not yet.”

  “Wedding shoe safari!” Emma cried. “God, this is fun.”

  “Wait until you start trying to pick out invitations, place cards, and all that, and start obsessing over fonts. I never thought I’d obsess over fonts.” Mac shook her head. “But I am. It’s like a drug. I see that look, McBane.” Mac wagged a finger. “That amused superiority. Like you believe you’ll never sink as I have sunk. But you will. Mark my words. One day, fonts will haunt your sleep.”

  “I just don’t think so. Anyway, I’m not getting married.”

  “But don’t you think you and Del ... at some point,” Emma began.

  “We’ve only been dating since last month.”

  “Evasive,” Mac said. “You’ve known each other forever.”

  “And you’re in love with him,” Emma finished.

  “I’m not thinking about that.”

  “About being in love with him,” Parker asked, “or spending the rest of your life with him?”

  “It’s not—I’m not projecting that far ahead.”

  “Stop it,” Parker ordered.

  “It’s really hard.”

  “Stop what?” Emma looked from one to the other. “What’s hard?”

  “Laurel saying what she’d say to us if the man wasn’t my brother. You’re insulting me.”

  “No! Damn it, Parker, that’s just cheating.”

  “No, it’s just making the point. Should I just leave?”

  “Now you stop it.” Scowling, Laurel tossed back more champagne. “You always did fight dirty. Okay, fine. Fine.Yes, I’m in love with him. I’ve always been in love with him, which makes it unsteady because maybe that’s projecting. But it doesn’t feel like it, especially since I’ve spent a good part of my life trying not to be in love with him. And I couldn’t pull it off. So yes, if we ever got to the point where we talked about the rest of our lives, I’d dive headfirst, jump in with both feet, name your cliche. The thing is, it takes two people to get to that point.”

  “Why wouldn’t he love you?” Emma demanded.

  “Of course he loves me. He loves all of us. It’s different with me now, but it’s not ...” God, it was lowering, she realized, even among her closest friends. “It’s hard loving someone more than they love you, and it’s something I have to deal with. My feelings, my responsibility.”

  “I understand that.” Mac reached over, squeezed Laurel’s hand. “I let Carter feel that way. I didn’t want to be in love, I didn’t want to take that dive, that jump, so I kept holding back. I know it hurt him.”

  “I’m not hurting. Or maybe a little, but that could just be pride. I’m happy where we are. I know I may not be happy later, but this is more than I expected to have.”

  “I’m surprised your expectations would be so low,” Parker commented. “You’ve always aimed high.”

  “When it’s something I can work for or compete at. But you can’t win love, can you? Not like an award or a game. We played at Wedding Day. Now we work at it. But when it comes to our own, it’s not a game or a job. I don’t need the dress or the ring, or the fonts,” she added with a smile for Mac. “But I guess I need to know I’m the one. I can’t work my way into being the one for him. I just have to be the one.”

  “That’s really smart,” Emma murmured.

  “No one else has been the one for him,” Parker told her. “I’d know.”

  “Not even Cherise McConnelly?”

  “Oh God.” Parker gave a mock shudder. “What was he thinking? Besides that,” she added at Laurel’s cocked brow.

  “Considering Cherise, I’d say his taste has improved considerably with me.” Laurel took another slice. “So, there’s hope for the man.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  EVEN AS JACK AND DEL SETTLED ON STOOLS AT THE BAR AT THE Willows, the bartender stepped over. “Looks like I hit the daily double.”

  “How’s it going, Angie?”

  “No complaints, which is more than I can say for half the people who plop down on those stools. What can I get you?”

  “Pellegrino,” Del ordered.

  “I’ll have a Sam Adams.”

  “Gotcha covered. Just in for a drink?” she asked while she put a pint glass under the tap and added ice to a water goblet.

  “I am,” Jack told him. “This one’s got a date.”

  “Yeah? Who’s the lucky lady tonight?”

  “I’m having dinner with Laurel.”

  “McBane?” Mild surprise showed in Angie’s eyes. “A date-date?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That’s a switch.” Knowing Del’s preferences, she added a slice of lime to the sparkling water, then put both glasses on the bar. “I heard some speculation about that, but I just put it down to talk.”

  “Oh, why?”

  “Because you’ve known Laurel for a couple of decades, and never dated her before. I haven’t seen her in here for a while, but I hear business is booming on her front.”

  “Booming’s the word.”

  “I’ve been to a couple of weddings there. First class. But that’s your sister, isn’t it?” Angle added as she wiped the bar with her white cloth. “First class all the way.We still miss Laurel around here. Best damn pastry chef we’ve ever had. So, Jack, how’s Emma—and the wedding plans?”

  “She’s great. Found her dress, which is apparently the keys to the kingdom.”

  “You can take that to the bank. Maybe something’s in the water over there. First Mac, then Emma.” She winked at Del, tapped the side of his glass with a finger. “Be careful what you drink.” She moved down the bar to wait on another customer as Jack laughed.

  “Don’t look so surprised, bro.” Jack tipped his glass in Del’s direction. “It’s a pretty natural progression.”

  “We’ve been dating what, a month, and wedding plans are a natural progression?”

  Jack shrugged. “Mac to Emma to Laurel. It’s like a marriage triple play.”

  “Laurel doesn’t think that way.” Hadn’t it been pointed out he’d known her for a couple decades? “Weddings are a business. She�
��s a businesswoman. A serious, ambitious businesswoman.”

  “So are the rest of them. Serious, ambitious people get married all the time.” He studied Del over the rim of his glass. “This really never occurred to you?”

  “Occurred is a wide word,” Del evaded. “We’re still adjusting to the change in our relationship. I’m not opposed to marriage. In fact, a big fan of the institution here. I just haven’t given it any serious personal thought.”

  “Maybe it’s time for a little role reversal with you and me, considering the blast I got from you when Emma and I got together. Just what are your intentions toward my surrogate sister?”

  “I intend to have dinner with her.”

  “And do you intend to get lucky later?”

  “I’d be a fool not to. We’re enjoying this new phase. It’s ... new,” he decided. “For both of us. She matters, always has.You know that. She just matters differently now. But I’m not thinking of hiring my sister to plan the wedding.”

  “Ever, or yet?”

  “Jesus, Jack.” Because his throat was suddenly dry, Del took a long drink of water.

  “It’s a fair question.”

  “You’ve got weddings on the brain,” Del muttered. “Maybe there is something in the water over there. Anyway, I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it, really. And now I can’t think about anything else. Look, I know Laurel. She’s not thinking about getting married, and certainly not just because Mac and Emma are. This is the girl who went off to New York and Paris on her own to study. Hell, she seriously considered moving to Paris, was working here to save up the money for it when ...”

  “Yeah, I know.”The teasing light winked out of Jack’s eyes. “All that changed when your parents died.”

  “She put her Paris plans on hold then.” He hadn’t forgotten that; would never forget that. “She wouldn’t have left Parker. And I guess, now that I think about it, she stayed for me, too. Then Parker’s brainstorm took all of them over.”

  “Plans change.”

  “Yeah, plans change. But my point is that Laurel’s always had her own direction, always followed her instincts rather than the trend. If things had been different, she’d be living in some stylishly bohemian Paris flat, running her own upscale bakery.”