She and Brody had more or less settled into a nice rhythm with her work and his helping his teenage crew with their cars. Her days were spent wedding planning and working on her blog and her photos, and her nights were spent in passionate delirium with Brody. Life was good. The wedding was set now for Saturday, in four days, on the beach at Brody’s parents’ house. They had insisted on it, not wanting their son to get married in a courthouse. She couldn’t say no to that generous offer, nor to Mrs. Palmer’s and Brandi’s offers of help, but Hannah kept it all manageable. Her mother was coming into town in a day or so, and had made Hannah wait to shop for a dress. Reece hadn’t been able to make it home from France, regrettably, and Abby had to mind the winery, so Hannah’s best friends would not be at the wedding. She comforted herself with knowing that someday, when she got married for love, it would all be very different.
