Endless Love (Santa’s Secret Helpers #5) - Leeanna Morgan Page 0,25
steamboat museum, and given hope to people who thought they’d never live in a home of their own.
They’d also planned most of Bailey’s wedding from here. And when it became a double wedding, Steven and John had joined them to make sure the day would be special for everyone.
Shelley held her sister’s hands. “I’ll never be able to repay you for letting me stay here.”
Tears filled Bailey’s eyes. “You don’t need to repay me. I’m your sister. Sam and I had been asking you for months to come and live in Sapphire Bay. Just think, if you hadn’t offered to help John with The Santa Express train ride, you might not be engaged to him.”
Shelley doubted she would have even come to Sapphire Bay. “It all worked out the way it was supposed to.”
“You sound like John.”
The man in question walked into the bedroom. “And what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing,” Bailey said with a smile. “As long as what you’re saying makes sense.”
John laughed. “That sounds so much like a Jones family saying that I shouldn’t be surprised. Do you have any large pieces of furniture you want us to move?”
Shelley picked up a small box of ornaments. “I was going to ask you about the table and chairs in the living room. Do you have room for them in your house or do you want to leave them in one of the houses I’m remodeling?”
Earlier in the day, they’d decided to take any extra furniture across to the two houses she’d bought. The people who would move into the houses were unlikely to have anything. It felt right to offer them a semi-furnished home. And without a doubt, she knew the rest of the community would provide other useful household items if needed.
John leaned against the wall. “I don’t mind if we take your furniture back to my place. We can easily load my coffee table and chairs onto the trailer and take them to one of your houses.”
Shelley wasn’t sure what to do. She’d bought the furniture on sale, so it hadn’t cost a fortune.
“What would look the best in John’s living room?” Bailey asked them.
Shelley tried to visualize her table and chairs in the room. “I think John’s would. My chairs are comfy, but they’re almost too big.”
“What do you think, John?” Bailey asked.
“Shelley’s right. Why don’t we take the coffee table to my house and take the chairs to one of Shelley’s houses?”
“Sounds good to me,” Shelley said.
Bailey high-fived them. “Good decision. I wish all of my moderating sessions went as well as that did.”
Shelley handed her sister the box she was holding. “It was only furniture.”
“You’d be surprised at what some people argue about. Once you’re married, remember not to sweat the small stuff. They’re the things that can trip you up and make your lives miserable.”
John’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “Somehow, I don’t think that will be a problem.”
“And if it is,” Shelley added, “we can always ask Bailey for advice.”
Bailey shook her head. “I’m sure I took some kind of Hippocratic Oath that stops me from giving advice to my stubborn sisters.”
John took the box from Bailey. “While you’re working out how we’ll save our marriage, I’ll put this in the truck with the other boxes.”
Shelley looked at her sister. “I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”
“If you mean planning for all eventualities, yes. But that’s not a bad thing.”
It was if you were still working on a personal improvement plan.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. Change takes time.”
That’s what worried Shelley the most. In exactly one week, she was marrying a wonderful man who didn’t need a personal improvement plan.
She just hoped John remembered that she was still a work in progress.
Tonight, John and Steven were supposed to be working on the last three tiny homes. But Bailey and Shelley’s parents had arrived a day early from Bozeman. Ted and Elena hadn’t had a lot of time alone with their daughters since Christmas, so John and Steven offered to make the posies for their wedding.
With only three days until the big day, everyone was feeling stressed. If being here tonight made it a little easier on everyone else, John was happy to persevere with the flowers.
He held up the posy he’d made for the seats on both sides of the aisle. “Is this okay?”
Kylie moved around the worktable at Blooming Lovely and studied the flower arrangement. “Considering you haven’t made anything like this before, it’s great.” With a few careful tweaks, she made