Her dad ran a hand through his thick salt-and-pepper hair. “A lot happened. Besides, we were only in there for fifteen minutes. We had doughnuts and coffee, not an all-you-can-eat brunch.” Daphne gripped her dad’s arm as she skated across a patch of black ice on the sidewalk. Chicago’s skyscrapers provided all-day shade in some areas. Walking downtown could be dangerous in winter, when the temperature rarely rose above freezing. It made his request to “stretch their legs” for a few blocks less than appealing. But walking off those doughnuts was probably a smart idea. He ticked points off on his fingers. “I know about the crazy number of bridesmaids. I know exactly where you stand on using pine for decoration after Christmas.” “So you’re going to throw out the wreath on your front door as soon as you get home?” Stuart sighed. “Yes.” “Good. I’ll make you one of eucalyptus instead.”
