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for her.
    “Would you like to assist with setup for the next wedding?” she asked after their waitress left. There was a task Daphne could manage just fine.
    “I’d be happy to,” Daphne said and smiled.
    Roberta smiled, too. It wasn’t too late to make some changes. Daphne needed to feel useful, and Roberta could use the extra help. Really, she was a lucky woman to have such a sweet daughter who wanted to be part of her life. This could be a win-win situation.
    Or a disaster.

Chapter Seven
    Laney, on the Bridal Trail
    “W hat do you want to do this weekend?” Drake asked as he dragged a French fry through his ketchup.
    Laney stared out the car window at the row of customers standing in front of Dick’s Drive-in in the University district, waiting to order burgers and shakes. “Uh, I have to go to Icicle Falls this weekend.”
    “Huh?” The look he gave her was both surprised and accusatory.
    Suddenly the hamburger she’d been eating didn’t taste so good. She should’ve told him. She’d had all week to tell him. They always hung out on the weekend.
    “I’m sorry,” she said. “I should’ve told you.”
    “Yeah, that would’ve been nice.”
    Now he was frowning and she felt like a rotten girlfriend. People who were in love should spend their weekends together. “My mom wants me to go see a house up there that she thinks would be great for us to get married in.”
    He stuffed a handful of French fries in his mouth and digested that information.
    “It can’t hurt to look,” she went on. “Since we haven’t actually decided what we want to do.”
    “Well, I know what I want to do, and I thought you did, too.”
    “I do. I did. I don’t know.” Eloping to Vegas had sounded like fun. She’d never been and was dying to see the fountain at the Bellagio, eat in one of those fancy restaurants and play the slot machines. But then her mom had talked about how important her wedding was and how Laney didn’t want to do anything she’d regret and she’d had second thoughts. And Mom kept talking about that place in Icicle Falls, as though it was so special. “I just want to go up there and see. Okay?”
    “Sure, but...” He frowned.
    “But what?”
    “If you’re going up to look at a place where we might get married, I should go, too.”
    He should, but nobody had invited him. Oh, that hamburger really wasn’t sitting well. “It’s a girls’ trip. My aunt and grandma are going, too.” As if that was supposed to make him
not
feel left out? “You’d be so bored,” Laney added.
    Now he was looking out the window and frowning.
    “Don’t be mad,” she said, laying a pleading hand on his thigh. She hated it when he wasn’t happy.
    “I’m not mad. I’m...” The frown got bigger. “Well, okay, I’m kind of mad.”
    “I probably won’t like the place anyway.” But maybe she would. If Mom thought it was such a wonderful place, she needed to at least check it out. After all, Mom was the wedding expert.
    He took a deep breath and expelled it, then reached over and gave her the little one-handed neck massage that always made her melt. “It’s okay if you do. I want you to be happy.”
    “Hey, I’m marrying you. How can I not be happy?”
    That took away the last of his frown. And the kiss she gave him put a smile back on his face. “We could go to Vegas for our honeymoon,” he said. “We were gonna hang around there after we got married anyway.”
    It seemed like a good compromise. Laney set aside the vision of herself standing on the deck of the wedding ship in Siren’s Cove at Treasure Island. If they had a more traditional wedding, they could have a big party with a ton of guests. That would be way better. Not very unusual or interesting, though. Kind of...boring.
    She realized she was the one frowning now. A more traditional wedding didn’t have to be boring, she told herself. She could give it flair, add her own personal touch. Besides, a wedding with lots of family and