had for Dixie and Tabby into a relationship. With her mind still reeling, she took the cups of tea to her van and then went into the store to take care of business. Her thoughts were far from the bridal fair on Saturday right then. That word, prenup, kept running through her mind. If things did get serious between her and Graham, would he want her to sign one? Would that mean he didn’t trust her?
“I don’t care what he asks,” she said as she got a cart and pushed it to the customer help station to pick up the things that had been ordered. “I’d be the one insisting on it—that way he’d know that I’d be marrying him because I’d fallen in love with him, not with his money.”
Chapter Eighteen
Jody’s shoulders ached that evening. Normally, she got up every hour and at least walked around the table a few times, but today she had wanted to get the veil that she’d spent days working on done. A bride from up near Sherman would be there on Friday for her final fitting, and the veil was literally the crowning glory. The dress was a simple off-the-shoulder satin, but the chapel-length train was set on a pearl tiara. Beads were not only scattered across the whole thing, but Jody had hand beaded the lace around the edges.
While she finished the last two feet of the train, her mind had wandered back to Quincy, and she worked for three hours without standing up. She locked up the shop and was about to go upstairs to stretch out when the phone rang. Mitzi was in the bathroom. It was Paula’s turn to make supper, so Jody went back to the sewing room and picked up the receiver.
“The Perfect Dress,” she said.
“Is this Jody?”
“Yes, it is. Who’s this?” If it was someone calling about Lyle’s motorcycle, she intended to give them an earful.
“It’s Quincy. I thought I recognized your voice. I’m calling about the old trailer out on the property that I’ve bought from Lyle. He says he won’t move it because it belongs to you. What do you want me to do with it?” he asked.
“Pour gasoline on it and throw a match at it.” There were too many memories attached to the small trailer for her to want to keep the damn thing, and besides, the roof leaked. When it rained they’d had to set a bucket in the middle of the floor to catch the drip.
“You could sell it. The tires are good and—” Quincy said.
“Wait a minute,” she butted in. “Don’t do anything with it. I’ll come out there right now and hook on to it.”
“I’ll meet you there,” he said.
“I can do it all by myself,” she told him.
“It’s my property. Wouldn’t want you to steal any of my dirt,” Quincy chuckled.
“I’ll be there in half an hour,” she said.
“See you later.” He ended the call.
Paula looked up from the stove when Jody arrived in the kitchen. Mitzi was at the counter, cutting up salad greens.
“So did we have a prospective bride on the phone?” Mitzi asked.
“No, it was Quincy,” Jody said. “Y’all will have to save me some supper. I’m going out to get my travel trailer. He’s officially bought the place from Lyle and wants the old trailer gone.”
“I’m surprised you’re bringing it back here.” Paula eased fettuccine noodles down into the pot of boiling water.
“You sure you want that thing? Why don’t you just tell him to take it to the salvage yard?” Mitzi said.
“At first I told him to pour gasoline on it and throw a match at it, but then I got a better idea. We could strip the interior out, take it to a body shop and get the roof repaired, and then have it custom painted and”—she clapped her hands once—“we’d have our trailer for future shows at a fraction of the cost of a new one.”
“That’s a great idea,” Mitzi said. “You want us to go get this finished and set it aside? We could be out there in fifteen minutes to help out.”
“No, I’ve hooked up to it in my old truck lots of times. I’ll bring it back here and park it out back. After we get done with the bridal show, we can start work on it and then haul it over to Jason’s Body Shop. He’s really good with that kind of work.” Jody headed for the back door. “And besides, Quincy will be there in