Page 34 of Tumbleweed Temptation
“I think that’s perfect. Fits Lacey very well,” Ginny said.
“We should go get dressed, so we’ll be ready when her mom texts,” Poppy said, leading the way back into the house, through the small living room into her bedroom.
The plan was as soon as Lacey left the house when Beck called her to come for him, Poppy and Ginny would pick up Joyce and drive her out to the Conover place.
Ginny hesitated, her dress folded over her arm as Poppy stripped off her t-shirt and shimmied out of her jeans. Ginny hadn’t changed in front of another woman since high school, so she decided she’d change in the bathroom
“I just hope Lacey doesn't kick our butts for planning her wedding without her,” Poppy called through the closed door as Ginny slipped the pretty apple green dress over her head.
Poppy had picked the color, of course, since it looked good with her red hair. Ginny wasn’t sure it did the same for her. “Well, you know, she can have a do-over, but I think she’s so in love with Beck, she’d rather be married than wait.”
“I know he’s in love with her that much,” Poppy said with a sigh. “What would that be like?”
Ginny jumped back from the door as her friend barged into the bathroom to do her makeup. Ginny had not worried about romance since she’d broken her engagement. Most of the guys in town she’d known since she was in elementary school. She’d dated some of the guys from the Air Force base in San Angelo, but even that was too much effort. She had decided she’d be a spinster. Janine had lived her life alone after her husband left, and she was better off, more dependent, for it.
Not a bad way to be, not having to answer to anyone. No matter how romantic he seemed.
Joyce was waiting outside for them when they pulled up, and the three had to squeeze together in the front seat to avoid messing up any of the flowers in the back.
“What do you think, Mrs. Dav—I mean.” Poppy stopped talking and frowned as she pulled onto the road to follow Lacey at a safe distance.
Ginny couldn’t help. She didn't remember what Lacey’s mom’s new married name was.
“What do I think about what?” Joyce asked.
“Is Lacey going to be upset we didn't let her plan her own wedding?” Poppy asked, tapping the brake to slow when she caught sight of Lacey’s little car up ahead.
“My Lacey is a practical girl. And Beck has made it so special, I’m sure she’ll be over the moon.”
Lacey poked across the intersection, and Poppy had to tap the brakes again.
“Hold on.” Ginny touched her arm. “You don't want her to see us.”
“Why is she driving so slow?” Poppy grumbled.
“She has the babies. She probably shouldn’t even be driving yet,” Joyce said.
Poppy sighed and lifted her foot off the accelerator. “Fine, but I just want to see what she thinks when we get there.”
“We will. Don't worry.”
But watching how slowly Lacey drove, even pulling off to the side a few times to let other cars pass, was absolute torture.
Finally, finally they crossed the culvert onto the Conover place and Lacey’s car crawled into the yard in front of Beck’s house. Poppy waited to pull in until Lacey opened the car door, her focus was on the house, and the people standing there waiting—her dad and Marianne, her brothers and sister.
Beck.
Ginny had to admit to doing a little melting of her own at the way Beck was looking at Lacey, before Joyce flung open the door and jumped out.
Poppy reached into the back seat to get the bouquet as Ginny and Joyce crossed the muddy yard to help Lacey with the babies.
“This would have been so much better if it hadn’t rained last night,” Joyce said, opening the back door to lift one of the twins from a carseat. “But at least it’s a beautiful day today.”
“Mom, what—?” Lacey looked around toward the house, where everyone waited on the porch.
Poppy pressed the bouquet into her hands, her eyes bright with tears. “Happy wedding day. Don't cry. You’ll mess up my make-up.” Poppy presented her arm for Lacey to hold onto as they walked across the yard.
Lacey looked back toward her car, and Ginny waved to let her know she was getting the other twin.
