Page 31 of Tumbleweed Temptation
Chapter Seven
Austin walked out ofan appointment to see Ginny at the desk the next morning, bent over her phone, her cheek resting on her fist in concentration. She’d done him a huge favor by coming in again this morning when Melissa didn’t, giving up another day off.
“What are you working on?” he asked after seeing Mr. Nazareth out the door, and wondering if his next appointment was already in the other exam room.
“My phone is blowing up, and based on the alerts I hear coming your office, yours is too. Beck wants to get married to Lacey this weekend.”
“He wants to what?” Austin stepped up to look over Ginny’s shoulder at the phone.
“He wants to throw her a surprise wedding. He’s asking for our help to pull it off.”
“A surprise wedding? Is that something she’d want?”
“I mean. I thought she said she wanted a real wedding, the other night at the shower, but I suppose he knows her better than anyone. He said he doesn’t want to wait, and he wants to have it at his house.”
“His house? His mom’s house?”
“No, he’s building a house out on her land, but it’s not finished, at least I don't think it is. He said he’s ordering furniture and household stuff and having it delivered out there, and he’s asking us to go out there and get it set up, since he’s working.”
“Did someone point out that we are also working?”
Ginny looked up at him. “Do you have a thing for her, or something?”
He puffed out a breath and looked away. “No, I don't have a thing for her. Why would you say that? She was good to me when it counted, that’s all. And I want her to be happy.”
“I think she’s happy. I mean, I don't think she’s going to run away screaming from a surprise wedding. She might, I don't know, want to have a little more time after giving birth to twins, but that’s just me.”
He sighed and rested his hip against the counter. “When does Beck want us out there?”
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AUSTIN HADN’T BEENout the road to the Conover place since that fateful day. He scanned the area for familiar landmarks, on the drive he’d made hundreds of times in his mom’s bus.
Ginny reached over and put her hand on his. “Maybe I should have driven.”
“No, I’m okay. It’s just—been a while.”
“Yeah, I know. The road is fixed. I don't know if anyone told you, but they raised the road, put a culvert beneath.”
“Too late.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, Austin. I should have thought about this before.”
