a brother-in-law, and especially about being an aunt. She had honestly given up hope of that ever happening. Now they were going to have a Christmas baby—a baby boy or girl who would be a much-loved addition to the Finnegan family.
Annie looked up and found Emily smiling at her. “I’ve been hoping to get you alone so I could ask you something.”
“Ask away.”
“I know the three of us had this thing worked out where I was your bridesmaid when you married Eric, and then CJ would be mine and you would be hers. That way everyone gets a turn.”
“That’s right. I’d forgotten all about that.”
“Me too, until CJ reminded me. The thing is, though, I’d really like you to be my maid of honor. It just feels right somehow. And then maybe CJ could be yours when...if you get married again.”
Taken aback, Annie stared at her sister. “That is not likely to happen.”
“Don’t be silly. Not right away, but you’re young and gorgeous and you’re sure to meet another man someday who’ll fall madly in love with you and your apple strudel.”
Annie’s thoughts inexplicably turned to Paul.
Emily reached across the island, took her hand and squeezed it. “It would mean the world to me if you would do this.”
“Of course I will. I’ll be honored.”
“Thank you.” Her sister sat back and smiled, seeming to look a little more smug than necessary.
Then, too late, Annie realized she might have landed herself in a bit of a sticky situation. “Who has Jack asked to be his best man?”
“Oh. Paul, of course. Have you heard? He’s back in Riverton now.”
The sound of CJ’s footsteps on the back veranda saved Annie from having to answer. For once, her little sister’s timing was impeccable.
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