(Ridge)
By late afternoon I was still standing in the same room pretending I wasn’t waiting on my phone.
The main room had gone through three versions of chaos since morning. Tables moved twice. Decorations got approved, rejected, then approved again. Food numbers changed every half hour. Everybody had opinions and none of them matched.
I stayed near Mira through most of it.
That was partly because I wanted to.
Mostly because if Nolan walked into this town, I wanted to be close enough to move before she ever knew there was something to move for.
She was sitting now with one ankle crossed over the other, talking to Mom and Beth about something involving flowers I had no interest in understanding. Every so often she’d glance my way like she knew I was too quiet.
She did know.
My phon
