“And she volunteers for the Rotary Club, and the Lion’s Club, the Elks, the Loveland Chamber of Commerce, and everything else. She knows about everyone in town.”

Maddie’s cheeks had reddened slightly, and Ryann couldn’t help but think about how cute she was slightly embarrassed like this.

“And this morning?” Ryann asked. “When I saw you in the bus station getting letters? Is that one of your jobs?”

Maddie smiled. “No. It’s another thing I help out with. We have a remailing program here.”

“What’s that?” Ryann asked.

“People from all over the world send their valentines here, inside a second, bigger envelope. Volunteers take the valentine out of the larger envelope and stamp it with special Valentine’s Day stamps. I help pick up the local letters and stamp them a couple of days a week.”

For Ryann, it was hard to gauge the vast resources of time and money all of this must take—the remailing program, the decorations, the advertising, all the various endeavors she’d seen devoted to the holiday here in town. She’d been here less than a day, and she could tell how well it had been done. And it was run by volunteers? For no compensation? It was hard to fathom.

“She’s our resident do-gooder,” Jai said.

Maddie’s cheeks and ears reddened further, and she ignored him. “This is the city’s busiest time, so of course the guys decide to get married now. I’ll help where I can, though.”

“Of course,” Ryann said.

“I’m usually free most of the day on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and the weekends. I have class on Mondays and Wednesdays, and studio time on Fridays and a few other afternoons.”

“Class?”

“She also teaches at the community college,” Jai explained.

“I’m an art professor,” Maddie said.

Ryann returned her attention to her beer, sipping it again to give herself a moment to compose herself. Her heart was racing a little. Damn it, Stuart, she thought. She hated when he was right. Maddie was exactly her type. Her volunteering was a little hard to understand, the scale of it anyway, but it was commendable, and of course the results were impressive even from what little Ryann had seen. Plus, she’d always had a thing for professors.

“So,” said Stuart, clapping his hands. “We have a full list of tasks for you to take care of for the wedding, and we agreed: a lot of it will be up to you two. Neither one of us wants to step on your toes. You’re the experts.”

“Exactly,” Jai said. “We want you to have full control. You don’t even have to ask our opinion—we trust you completely.”

“And what will you two be doing while we do all the work?” Ryann asked.

“Getting my beauty sleep,” Stuart said, fluttering his eyelashes.