I cave, knowing it'll make her happy. "I'll have a couple of bites of yours."

Satisfaction fills her expression. "Okay. That sounds good."

I open the truck's passenger door, and she gets in. I shut it and slip into the driver's seat. I turn on the engine, then pull down the driveway and through the gate. I glance at her, quizzing, "How was your day with my sisters and mom?"

"It was good," she answers.

"Overwhelming?"

A tiny laugh escapes her. It's another thing I can't get enough of—the sound...the way her face glows...the joy I feel just from experiencing it. She admits, "There were some moments."

"But you got what you wanted?" I prod, wanting her to have everything she wants for this wedding, even though she told me it will never be what she imagined.

I don't know why that stings so badly, but it does. And I wish I could get yesterday's conversation out of my mind, yet it only plays on repeat.

She answers, "I did. But your mom paid for everything, which I feel bad about."

I grunt. "Don't feel bad about it. What did you think? That you'd pay for your own dress? If my mom didn't pay for it, I would have. But my mom loves that kind of stuff, so you made her happy."

Georgia stays quiet a minute, then softly adds, "Well, it was extremely generous of her."

More silence fills the cab. Why can't I think of anything to say? I wipe my sweaty hand on my jeans, then finally state, "Thanks for playing with Isabella and Emma."

Georgia beams. "They're adorable. I really love them."

"Yeah. They love you too," I answer, then turn on the street the restaurant's on. I find a parking spot and turn off the engine. "Ready for the world's best barbecue?"

She smiles. "Bring it!"

I exit the truck, go around, and open her door. Then I take her hand and lead her into the restaurant. It's one of those restaurants where you seat yourself, so I grab the booth toward the back in a quieter location.

One of the longtime servers, Nancy, approaches us within a few seconds. She booms, "Well, Sebastian Cartwright, I heard you were in town."

I groan inside. Of course she heard. The whole town's probably talking about the fact I'm here. There's no doubt they know about Georgia as well. I force myself to be nice. "Hey, Nancy, how are you?"

"I'm as perfect as a glass of lemonade on a hot summer day," she replies.

I nod, then point to Georgia, announcing, "This is my soon-to-be wife, Georgia."

Why am I so proud to say that?

I need to get my head straight. This isn't real.

Nancy turns toward Georgia, claiming, "It's so nice to meet you, darling. I heard you were in town from Sally. She said you were different from Sebastian's other girls." Nancy wiggles her eyebrows.