“Honey, I’m not going to shoot her with a gun. I’m going to give her enough rope to hang herself. I’m going to make her sign a whole raft of documents laying out the plans if she wants to get back together with me.” Graham kissed Mitzi on the forehead.

“You mean like a pre-prenup?” she asked.

“And in the documents, it’s going to say that should we ever get serious, she agrees to the actual prenup,” he said. “That’ll surgically remove the wart forever.”

But what if it doesn’t?

“What if she’s finally figured out that she wants to be a part of a family, and she wants to try to love the girls and you?” she asked.

“Trust me, darlin’,” Graham said. “I know her, and she hasn’t changed a bit. She’s got dollar signs, not love, in her eyes.”

“I hope you’re right,” Mitzi said.

“I don’t have a single doubt in the world. Thank you so much for waiting for me and for being such a good friend. Can I help you carry anything out to the van before I get back to work?” Graham asked.

“There’s nothing heavy.” The way things were going, Mitzi thought they were more than friends. “Are we still on for Sunday?”

“Of course. Nothing has changed between us, and Mitzi, I appreciate being able to talk to you about all this more than you’ll ever know,” he said.

“That’s what friends are for,” she told him.

“I’m hoping for more than that.” He kissed her on the cheek and whistled all the way back to his truck.

A roller coaster of emotions spun through her mind: Happiness that they could possibly be more than friends. Fear that her heart would break if it didn’t work out. Worry that either or both of them were transferring the feelings they had for Dixie and Tabby into a relationship. With her mind still reeling, she took the cups of tea to her van and then went into the store to take care of business. Her thoughts were far from the bridal fair on Saturday right then. That word, prenup, kept running through her mind. If things did get serious between her and Graham, would he want her to sign one? Would that mean he didn’t trust her?

“I don’t care what he asks,” she said as she got a cart and pushed it to the customer help station to pick up the things that had been ordered. “I’d be the one insisting on it—that way he’d know that I’d be marrying him because I’d fallen in love with him, not with his money.”

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen