Jonathan paced the hall where the wedding rehearsal was being held. In the main room Mamie held court with a few of her closest friends—ninety-two at last count. “I’m fine. Jilly and I are both fine. It’s been a little stressful, that’s all. And…” Walker reached a hand to his shoulder and frowned. “What is it, Walker? Is your shoulder hurting again? Should I get the doctor?” “No need. It’s just this new medicine they’re trying on me. It’s pretty wicked on my system. But I’m good to go.” Walker ran a hand through his hair and glanced out at the crowd assembled in the resort dining room. “Did Mamie really have to invite half of Lost Creek to this dinner?” “This is nothing.” Jonathan grinned. “Wait until you see the crowd tomorrow at the wedding.” “That’s what I’m afraid of,” Walker muttered. * * * FROM THE FIRST MOMENT she stepped inside the dining room, Jilly was swept up in excited congratulations.
