And Shannon, who snatched back one of the tissues she’d given Patrick to wipe her own streaming eyes, then almost broke every bone in Briana’s body when she hugged her.
And Patrick, who said, “By the way, I already found your replacement at work.”
“You have?”
“Yep. She brings me sandwiches at lunchtime. You never brought me sandwiches.”
Briana laughed. “She sounds perfect.”
“You can still transfer to another part of the civil service.”
“Okay. But I’m not in that much of a hurry.”
“You’re not?”
“No. I have a wedding to plan. Fiona? How would you like to be a flower girl?”
“I get to be a flower!” the little girl shouted, spinning in a circle.
“Ring bearer.” She drilled a forefinger at Dylan.
A snicker from behind had her turning to jab the air in Shannon ’s direction. “Oh, no…” Shannon said.
“Bridesmaid.”
Patrick laughed richly while his sister shrugged and said, “Love to.”
Briana glanced up and caught Patrick’s eye and felt her heart flip over. “I love you,” she said softly.
He pulled her into his arms and she decided she’d stay there for a while.
About the Author
USA TODAY bestselling author Nancy Warren lives in the Pacific Northwest where her hobbies include walking her border collie in the rain, hunting for antiques and mixing martinis. She’s the author of more than thirty novels and novellas for Harlequin Books and has won numerous awards. Visit her at www.nancywarren.net.
