Giggling boys, her father’s animated voice, her mother’s softer tones… Where was Josh? He stood on the bottom step of the elaborate mahogany stairwell, as if he’d been waiting for her so long he’d been about to come up and find her. Today he wore jeans and a knit shirt in a blue nearly as deep as his eyes. The outfit had undoubtedly been packed for his honeymoon—the one that he would now spend with Brenna instead of his bride. Hands trembling slightly, she smoothed them over the cool cotton of her green sundress. She hadn’t dressed up for him. She most always wore skirts or dresses since they fit better and were easier to deal with than trying to stuff her fanny into a pair of jeans. Josh’s gaze briefly slid over her before he glanced at his watch and then remarked with a wry grin, “I’m glad you managed to sleep in.” “Kellys are bakers,” she reminded him. “We don’t ever sleep in.” “Then the boys must be going to become bakers,”
