back inside the inn while Levi went out to greet his fiancée. The sisters weren’t above a little eavesdropping through the front window, however. Mia’s flight had been delayed and, much to Levi’s chagrin, she was arriving only an hour before the girls’ dress fitting in Asheville. It had been three months since Levi and Mia had been together. She’d been on set in Vancouver filming her next movie.
Grace watched Mia unfold from the rental and get swept into Levi’s arms. She wore her usual disguise, a baseball hat and sunglasses, but the hat soon fell off and Levi removed the sunglasses as he took the kiss deeper.
“Go, Levi,” Molly said.
“I think I’ve seen enough.” Grace went to straighten her outfitter brochures at the front desk.
“I remember those days,” Molly said wistfully, still watching out the window.
Grace snorted. “You mean yesterday?” Molly and Adam might’ve been married for over a year now, but they were always touching. It was kind of sickening.
Molly dropped the curtain and gave Grace a sly grin. “You’re right. We’ve still got it. You’ll understand that kind of chemistry someday.”
Grace straightened the other brochures in the rack, heat climbing her neck as she thought of Wyatt and that kiss they’d shared yesterday. Talk about chemistry. She’d reviewed that lip-lock about a hundred times and was still dumbfounded. The kisses in her past had not prepared her for Wyatt. Not even close.
Molly sometimes read Grace snippets of her favorite romance novels, which Grace barely tolerated without rolling her eyes. She viewed the fictitious kisses as fanciful hype, drivel for hopeless romantics like her sister. But yesterday had turned that kind of thinking on end.
Grace became aware that Molly was studying her, head tilted thoughtfully, a suspicious twinkle in her eyes.
Grace shifted. “What?”
“You’re blushing.”
“No, I’m not.”
“What happened? Tell me everything.”
“Nothing happened.” But Grace’s face was flooded with heat all the way to the tips of her ears.
Molly narrowed her eyes. “Did Wyatt kiss you?”
“What? No.”
“Your voice went up two full octaves.”
“I thought you didn’t approve of Wyatt.”
“I didn’t say that. I was just suggesting you exercise caution. You’ve spent quite a bit of time with him, and if you trust him, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. Now stop stalling and spill the details.”
Grace shuffled more brochures. “He asked me out, that’s all. We’re going out tonight.”
“You’re going out?”
The door burst open, and Mia and Levi entered on a cloud of euphoria.
Ah, love to the rescue. Grace gave Molly a smug grin.
Molly’s look said, This subject is not yet closed.
Levi let loose of Mia long enough for Molly to sweep her soon-to-be sister-in-law into a hug. “It’s so good to see you! It’s been too long. You have to tell us all about the filming.”
“It was awesome. I can’t wait to catch up.”
Grace was next. “Hey, Mia.”
Mia touched Grace’s hair. “I love your hair. Are you doing something different with it?”
“She took it down from its perpetual ponytail,” Molly said.
As they caught up, Grace’s eyes fixed on her brother. He seemed happy and relaxed for the first time in weeks. Grace was glad Mia was finally here. She was so good for Levi.
Before they knew it, the time had come to leave for their dress fitting. Levi would’ve climbed right into the car, except someone had to stay and mind the inn.
An hour later Grace squirmed into the snug halter-style dress, pulling it down past her hips and legs where it flared out like a billowy cloud. The bridesmaid gown was a pretty blush color, and the style suited her. But Grace rarely wore dresses. They made her feel like a little girl playing dress-up.
Molly and Grace were serving as Mia’s bridesmaids, and Mia’s best friend from LA, Brooke, was her maid of honor. Mia probably could’ve had ten attendants, but smaller was better for keeping the shindig secret.
“How’s it going in there?” Molly called from outside the dressing room. Mia had arranged for a private fitting, so they were alone in the shop today.
“Fine. I’m just . . . adjusting things a bit.” Like her boobs, which seemed to have disappeared inside the material.
“Let’s see.”
Grace scanned her form in the floor-length mirror, turning sideways. She was blessed to be tall and thin, but would a curve or two have killed anyone?
A knock rattled the louvered door. “Come on, Grace. I wanna see.”
“Hold your horses.”
A few minutes later she stepped quietly from the dressing room to see Molly on the pedestal in front of the three-way