“Okay, relax,” she whispered, but she knew that part of the problem was that she missed having Reid in her bed. His big, warm body lying next to Addison made her feel safe and loved. Without him she felt a bit lost and lonely. “It just doesn’t make sense,” Addison murmured with a tired yawn.
And then she sat up so quickly that she knocked pillows to the floor. The missing piece fell into place with a mental
Addison opened her eyes and blinked in confusion. Something didn’t feel right. Rolling to the side she looked at her alarm clock. “Noon? I slept until noon?” Since it was Sunday the shop was closed, but still . . . she couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept in this late. Of course, tossing and turning for hours had had a lot to do with it. But she had a mission and needed to get over to confront Reid with the truth. Tossing back the covers, she hurried to the bathroom and jumped into the shower, rehearsing in her head exactly what she was going to say to him.
Less than two hours later she pulled onto the Greenfield property and was going to head down the lane to Reid’s cabin when she spotted Sara, who flagged her down. Addison rolled down her window.
“Reid’s not here,” Sara said glumly. “He left shortly after breakfast.”
“Where did he go?” Addison asked, even though she already knew the answer.
“Lexington.” Sara stood back for Addison to get out of the Mustang. As soon as she did Sara gave her a big hug. “I’m sorry he’s being such a dipshit. Come on over to the porch. Nobody else is home except for me and the dogs,” she said.
Addison gave Booker an absent pat on the head and managed a weak chuckle when Little John came bounding their way.
“Can I get you some sweet tea?”
“Maybe in a minute. Look, Sara, I have to admit that I was floored when Reid told me he was leaving.”
Sara nodded. “He told me about the franchise possibility your mother told you about. Are you considering it?”
Addison shook her head hard. “No way. I like the laid-back small-town lifestyle. I love my loft apartment, and I’m looking forward to planning weddings. I don’t want to travel all over creation, opening up new shops. I know my mother meant well, but for me there’s only one From This Moment. Turning it into a cookie-cutter franchise just feels . . . wrong.
“How’d you come up with that name?”
Addison told her the Shania Twain song story and the dance with Reid. She smiled at the memory. “You know, I asked my cousin Mia how you know when it’s the real deal, how you know you’re really in love.”
“It’s in the kiss.”
Addison raised her hands skyward. “How come everybody knew but me?”
“Because it’s something you have to experience. And you’ve got that special something with Reid, don’t you?”
Addison nodded slowly. “I love him, Sara. With all my heart.”
Sara reached up and brushed at a tear and then raised a fist. “I knew it!”
“I need to go after him. Sara, in the wee hours of the morning I figured it all out. Reid pushed me away because he didn’t want to hold me back.” She put her hand up to her mouth and felt hot tears course down her cheeks. “I know he loves me.” She patted her chest. “I just know it. And he let me go because he put me first over his own feelings.”
“Which is why you aren’t going after him.”
“What?” Addison tilted her head to the side. “Why? He needs to know.”
“Nope.” Sara shook her head. “Let him go back to his desk job. Let him miss you like crazy. In the meantime we have lots of work to do.”
“Like what?”
“Planning a wedding, silly girl.”
“Yours?”
Sara waved a dismissive hand. “Are you kidding? Between me and Mom we have it all planned down to the very last detail.” She tapped Addison on the chest. “We’re planning
“Um, but I’m missing something important called a groom.”
“A minor detail.” Sara grinned. “You haven’t lived in Cricket Creek long enough to know that when we want to get something done the whole town bands together.”
“But—”
“Do you want to marry my brother?”
“Yes.”
Sara put her hands on her hips. “Problem solved.”
“But shouldn’t Reid be asking me that all important question?”
“I’m his twin. I’m asking for him. And I already know he loves you because he told me. Addison, he was even looking at my engagement ring one night, asking questions. I told him that Nicolina needed to design a ring for you and he agreed.”
“He . . . he was talking about buying an engagement ring for me?”
“Yes. So will you marry Reid?”
Addison blinked at Sara and decided to take the bull by the horns. With a laugh, she remembered when she grabbed Reid’s shirt and kissed him. “Yes!” Taking charge felt amazing. “Yes, I will marry your brother.”
“Jason said that the barn will be ready in one month.” She held up her index finger. “Let’s get crackin’.”
“What about things like a marriage license and all of those pesky little details?”
Sara grinned. “Another perk of living in a small town. I know people. I’ll get the paperwork done.”
“This is crazy, Sara.”
“I know. Isn’t it awesome?”
Addison laughed but then grew serious. “I don’t want to railroad your brother into something he doesn’t want. If he wants to marry me I want him to propose.”
“I understand. Let’s just set the stage. You saw how Pete had the entire town at Jeff’s concert. We’ll send out invitations and just call it an open house, a mock wedding to showcase the renovated barn. Invite your parents, giving them the same impression. If everything works out the way I think it will, shit will suddenly get real. . . .”
29
From This Moment
REID WAS IN A PISS-POOR MOOD. HE DIDN’T WANT TO ATTEND this so-called mock wedding in the barn but Sara insisted. His mother jumped on the Team Guilt bandwagon and so here he was on the road to Cricket Creek. To make matters even worse, the mock bride was going to be Addison. Great . . . he could witness the love of his life wearing a wedding dress while standing at the altar. He thought about the ring he’d spoken to Nicolina about and his stomach lurched.
Reid didn’t even dare ask who was going to be playing the groom. Seeing Addison say her vows to another man, even if it was fake, was something he didn’t want in his memory vault. It was pretty simple. He wasn’t going to go.
Feeling just slightly better, he took the back way to his cabin, not wanting to come into contact with Sara or his mom. He got out of his truck and headed inside, glad that someone had turned on the air-conditioning. “Yes!” he said when he opened the refrigerator and found a cold beer. After he finished it, he was going to call Sara and give his regrets. Maybe he’d find a baseball game to watch, spend the weekend at the cabin, and then head back
