Greta couldn’t help but notice the absolute perfection of his lips, full and smooth-looking and so quick to smile. His complete attention was fixed on Adele so she felt safe indulging in those lips for just a moment. And then came the thought, utterly of its own accord. What would it be like to kiss them?
Greta blinked and looked away from Gray, forcing her gaze back onto the dress. Down girl, she chided herself. It had just been such a long time since she’d even been attracted to a man it had kind of blindsided her.
“My, my,” her mother said, making a clucking noise with her tongue, “it does need some work, doesn’t it? Quite a bit actually.” She pulled away a loose section of cloth from the right side revealing a gaping hole beneath it.
“Squirrels got to it in our attic in Aspen,” Gray explained.
“What a shame,” Adele said but then she brightened. “Don’t you worry though, I’m sure we can get it up to snuff in no time. No time at all. Oh, but I’m being rude. Would you like some tea?” Without waiting for an answer she started for the kitchen in the back of the house. “Yes, that will be lovely. I’ll make us all some tea and we can have a nice long visit.”
And then she was gone, her small frame disappearing into the kitchen.
“Alzheimer’s?” Gray asked in a low voice.
Greta nodded. “Early onset. Diagnosed last June.”
“My father too. He’s a little worse off than your mother. I had to check him into a home this week. Hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”
“I’m sorry,” Greta said and touched his arm. Still, it seemed inadequate. She glanced into his eyes and again saw the glimmer of tears.
Gray visibly swallowed then lifted his sleeve to check his watch.
Greta drew in a quick breath of air. “Oh, Gosh, what time is it?”
“One-twenty,” Gray answered, his jaw tightening. “She was supposed to be here at one. I’m sorry she’s so late. She’s getting her ‘lowlights retouched,’ whatever that means.”
Greta bit her lip. The special session was at two o’clock. Sure it was only a few blocks away at Spector’s town hall but she could not be late. Not today. “I’m sorry but we may have to reschedule if she’s not here soon. I have to be somewhere at two.”
Gray nodded. “Me too.”
“Actually, though,” Greta began with a more critical eye trained on the dress. “I’m not sure we’re even ready for a fitting. I’d like to get this hole repaired first. We wouldn’t want it getting any worse.” She fingered the sides of the hole and looked more closely around the edges of it. “Uh oh, looks like those squirrels of yours made off with a few strands of beads, too. We’re going to have to match them and they may be hard to find. It could get pretty expensive.”
Gray shrugged. “I’ve been specifically told we’re sparing no expense when it comes to the wedding.” He laughed a bit sheepishly. “That’s Stephanie’s little joke. ‘You’re going to be a Harwood now. You need to act the part.’ Lately she’s taken to calling me ‘Mr. Harwood.’ Sometimes I think—”
But Greta was no longer listening. “Your fiancée is Stephanie Harwood? Stephanie Bryce Harwood?”
And that was when she heard car doors slamming outside. Three of them, right in a row.