me when I wake up in the morning.”
Brenna took her hand. “Or maybe you’re so confident about marrying this guy that there’s nothing to be nervous about.”
Esther looked to Brock, who smiled at her. “That could be it. Plus, I have the best venue and one of my dearest friends is helping me handle everything. I’m more excited than nervous.”
“Me, too,” Brock said.
Finn knew that was the right answer. And Brock didn’t look nervous at all, either. He seemed relaxed. He did have a full glass of wine in his hand. That probably helped.
“You know we’ll have everything under control tomorrow,” Brenna said. “You have nothing to worry about.”
“You’ll be at the hotel tomorrow for hair and makeup and everything?” Esther asked.
Brenna nodded. “I’ll be there for sure. And Honor is coordinating with all the bridesmaids. Trust me, she’ll make sure everyone shows up.”
Esther inhaled and let it out. “Then I really don’t have anything to stress about. Isn’t that great, Brock?”
“It is, babe. The only sad thing is we have to be apart tonight.”
She patted his shoulder. “Tradition. After tomorrow we’ll never be apart again.”
“Lookin’ forward to that part.”
The party started to break up about ten, and everyone left. They had a crew to clean up the barn and break everything down.
“People will be here tomorrow to set up for the reception, so it begins all over again.”
Finn shook his head as he walked Brenna over to the house. He went inside and grabbed Murphy and stood on the porch with his dog and Brenna. “I don’t know how you do this weekend after weekend.”
She shrugged. “Part of the job.”
“But wouldn’t it be nice to have a weekend off every now and then?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. I take days off during the week.”
“What if you want to get away?”
She stood on the step of the front porch and looked at him. “Like where?”
“I don’t know. Don’t you want to go somewhere? Have an adventure?”
“I guess I hadn’t thought much about it.”
“Well, think about it. Maybe I might want to take you somewhere. After we have our date.”
She frowned again. “What date?”
“The date you promised me we’d have. You know you haven’t forgotten. Good night, Brenna.”
He walked away before she could start arguing her way out of having that date.
Because she’d said yes. And he was going to hold her to it.
CHAPTER
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ten
WEDDING DAYS, FROM Brenna’s perspective, were always mass chaos, no matter how well prepared everyone was. Having to actually be in a wedding was a nightmare.
She’d gotten up early so she could have her coffee in peace and quiet in the library, read a few chapters of her book and just be. She knew what today was going to bring, so she needed to center herself before the bedlam began.
She had breakfast with the family, then went upstairs to take a shower. Her hair would need to be dry before she went over to the hotel, so she dried her hair but didn’t put any product in it or style it since Esther had arranged to have a stylist come in and do the bridal party’s hair. Which meant this out-of-control nest on top of her head was a wild mess. She had natural curl to her hair and had spent years learning how to tame it with a blow dryer and flat iron. She wished she could have just done her own hair, but whatever. The bride got what the bride wanted. And right now the bride wanted Brenna to have bird’s-nest hair.
She threw on capris and a button-down shirt and slipped into her canvas tennis shoes, then went outside and across the vineyard to check and make sure the wine order for tonight had already been pulled. Even though she already knew exactly which wines had been ordered and how many cases, she’d double-checked her spreadsheet this morning. It never hurt to be certain no mistakes would be made, especially for this wedding.
She entered the warehouse where the wines were stored, happy to see that the cases were already pulled and sitting separate for the crew to take out to the reception area later that day. She counted the cases, and of course they were correct. Her team knew their jobs. She breathed a sigh of relief and headed out, running straight into Finn.
“What are you doing out here?” she asked.
“Walking my dog. You look cute.”
She smoothed her hands over her wildly uncontrollable hair. “I do not. My hair’s a mess but