glanced up into Ben’s eyes, saw amusement there. “I don’t mind talking while we work.”
“As long as it’s not about the past?”
“Something like that.”
“I bet that limits conversation.”
Chloe shrugged, tying the next bow, grabbing more ribbon. “There are plenty of other things to talk about.”
“Like?”
“Like what Opal’s going to say if she gets here and we’re not done.”
The deep rumble of Ben’s laughter filled the air. “Point taken. I’ll lay off the questions and move a little faster.”
Four hours later, Chloe placed the last centerpiece on the last table in the reception hall; the low bowl with floating yellow, cream and burnt umber roses picked up the color in the standing floral arrangements that dotted the edges of the room. Roses. Lilies. A half a dozen other flowers whose names she didn’t know.
“You did it! And it looks almost presentable.” Opal Winchester’s voice broke the silence and Chloe turned to face the woman who’d been surrogate mother to her during long-ago summers, watching as she moved across the room, her salt and pepper curls bouncing around a broad face, her sturdy figure encased in a dark suit and pink shirt.
“I didn’t do it alone.”
“I know. Where is that good-looking young pastor?”
“Home getting ready for the wedding. Which he’s officiating after spending almost four hours helping with the floral decorations.”
“Did he complain?”
“No.”
“Then I don’t expect you to, either.” Opal slid an arm around Chloe’s waist and surveyed the room. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
“It is. You and Jenna did a great job.”
“So did you and Ben.” Opal cast a sly look in Chloe’s direction, her dark eyes sparkling. “So, what did you think of him?”
“Who?”
“Ben Avery. As if you didn’t know.”
“He’s helpful.”
“And?”
“And he’s helpful.” Chloe brushed thick bangs out of her eyes and limped a few steps away from Opal, smoothing a wrinkle out of a tablecloth, determined not to give her friend any hint of how Ben had effected her. “How was your drive?”
“You’re changing the subject, but I’ll allow it seeing as how I’m so proud of what you’ve accomplished this morning. The drive was slow. I thought I’d never get here.” Opal adjusted a centerpiece, straightened a bow on one of the chairs. “But I’m here and happy to announce that Jenna had a bouncing baby boy fifteen minutes ago.”
“That’s wonderful!”
“Isn’t it? A wedding and a birth on the same day. You can’t ask for much better than that. I’m going to stop by the hospital after the reception is over. Maybe slip Jenna a piece of wedding cake if Miranda and Hawke don’t mind me bringing her some. Speaking of which,” She paused, spearing Chloe with a look that warned of trouble. “You’re going to have to attend.”
“Attend?”
“The wedding.”
“No way.” She had no intention of staying to witness the marriage of two people she didn’t know, two people who, according to both Jenna and Opal, were meant to be together.
Meant to be.
As if such a thing were possible. As if meant to be didn’t always turn into goodbye.
“I understand your reluctance, Chloe, but it’s expected.”
“You know I never do what’s expected.”
“I know you never did what was expected. You’re starting fresh here and in a small town like Lakeview, doing what’s expected is important.”
“Opal—”
“Don’t make me use my mother voice.” She glowered, straightening to her full five-foot-three height.
“I’m not ready for a big social event.”
“Well, then you’d better get ready. The entire church was invited to the ceremony and the reception. It’s a community event.”
“I don’t attend this church.”
“But Jenna does. You’ll be taking her place, offering support to the couple and representing Blooming Baskets.”
“I’m sure—”
“I won’t listen to any more excuses. I don’t like them.” The words were harsh, but Opal’s expression softened, her dark eyes filled with sympathy. “It’s been a year, Chloe. It’s time to move on. That’s why you’re here. That’s what you want. And it’s what I want for you. So, ready or not, you’re attending the wedding.”
Much as Chloe wanted to argue, she couldn’t deny the truth of Opal’s words. She did want to leave the past behind, to focus on the present and the future. To create the kind of life she’d once thought boring and mundane but now longed for. “Okay. I’ll stay. For a while.”
“Good. Now, I’m going to make sure everything is perfect in the sanctuary. You grab yourself a cup of coffee and put your leg up for a while.”
“I’ll come with you.”
“You’ll do exactly what I told you to do.” Opal bustled away, leaving Chloe both amused and frustrated. Opal was a force to be reckoned with. In her absence, the room felt empty, the hollow aloneness of the moment a hard knot in Chloe’s chest, the beauty of the flowers, the tables, the bows and ribbons reminding her of the wedding she’d almost had.
Almost.
All her plans, all her dreams had died well before the accident. Now her dreams were much simpler and much less romantic. She wanted to forget, wanted to move on, wanted to rebuild her life. Maybe with God’s help she could do that, though even here in His house, she felt He was too far away to see her troubles, too far away to care.
And that, more than the flowers and decorations and memories, made her feel truly alone.
THREE
Ben Avery’s attention should have been on the bride and groom, the wedding party, the guests who joked and laughed, ate and talked as the reception wound its way through hour three with no sign of slowing. Instead, his gaze was drawn again and again to Chloe Davidson. Straight black hair gleaming in the overhead light, slim figure encased in a fitted black pantsuit, she smiled and chatted as she moved through the throng, her limp barely noticeable. On the surface, she seemed
