Repeatedly. Had she not just left him behind at the dining room table, her first reaction would have been to think that Wyatt was trying to get her to hustle back. But, unless he’d learned how to move faster than the speed of light, it couldn’t have been Wyatt. Alex quickened her pace. Just what was so terribly important that it had prompted such a display of impatience? She was going to be glad when this funeral was finally behind her. For more reasons than one. Alex really didn’t like funerals, didn’t like the pain and the grief associated with them. The services, no matter how beautiful or heartfelt, were always hard on everyone. Approaching the reception desk, Alex slowed her pace. “Stacy?” she asked uncertainly. Even as she said the woman’s name, she silently upbraided herself. How could she have forgotten about Stacy arriving today?
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