I didn’t come here to lecture you, so how ’bout we talk about the reason I did come?”
Lily forced a grin. “The wedding?”
“Yup. Did you get your dress yet?”
On a sigh, she said, “No. Not yet.”
Cammi frowned. “What’s the matter? You don’t like the style?”
“It’s fine. Gorgeous, in fact. We’ll all look like fashion models. It’s just…I haven’t had time.”
Her sister stood, put both hands on her hips. “You have three weeks to pick up that dress and have it altered. It isn’t like you have a choice. You’re the maid of honor, don’t forget. How can I get married without you there by my side?”
Lily got to her feet and hugged Cammi. “I know. I’m sorry. You have enough on your mind with all the last-minute plans. I’ll do it first thing tomorrow. I promise.” She brightened to add, “Did you get all the presents put away yet?”
Cammi groaned. “Not yet. There were about a hundred women crowded into the living room. Must have taken you weeks to get the shower organized.”
“Took longer to recuperate, once it was over!”
The sisters laughed, and Missy barked happily.
“Tell you what, since tomorrow’s Saturday, how ’bout when you pick up the dress, we meet for lunch,” Cammi suggested. “My treat. Least I can do for you throwing the biggest, bestest shower a bride ever had.”
“It’s a date.”
“Let’s meet at Georgia’s. I have a ton of stuff to do in town, anyway.”
Georgia’s? And risk seeing Max there?
“If he’s there,” Cammi said knowingly, “we’ll talk loud and fast about the new love of your life.” She giggled and crouched to hug Missy’s neck. “He doesn’t have to know it’s a dog!”
“Maybe I ought to borrow that sweater,” she said, grinning as she plucked a shiny dog hair from Cammi’s shoulder. “He’d think my new beau was a blond!” Lily walked her sister to the door. “On second thought, it would be a waste of perfectly good playacting. Max doesn’t care who I see. Truth is, that scolding he gave me earlier was the most attention he’s paid me, ever.”
“Then, we’ll do something better than try to make him jealous.”
“What’s that?”
“We’ll ignore him.” Cammi headed for the house. “See you at supper, kiddo?”
Smiling, Lily nodded. “Sure.”
Ignore Max Sheridan? It would take more than a wedge of lasagna to give her the strength to accomplish a feat like that!
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.