Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. B Adjusting the skirt for the fourth time, Abigail wobbled for a second on the uncomfortable heels before steadying herself and blowing out a breath. “This isn’t a big deal. I can make it through this meeting. He probably won’t be there.” “Talking to yourself is a sign you’re going crazy. Are you crazy for me, Abs?” His voice made her spin on her heel to face him. She glared at Braxton. “Why are you here?” “Well…” he pushed open the door in front of her, sliding a hand to her waist to guide her into the conference room, “…I’m now an important member of the Chamber of Commerce. That makes me part of the covered bridge festival planning committee.” She would have to work with him if he worked on the committee. He couldn’t. He needed to be stopped. “You don’t have to be. You aren’t required to be part of the committee. We both know that. You could opt out or—” “Braxton!” The cheerful voice interrupted them and Abigail turned to face Judge Hannigan.
