6
Sam watched Katie as she talked on a park bench with one of the vagrants. His phone rang and he slipped it out of his pocket, his gaze never leaving the strange pair.
“Hi, Zoe.”
“We have a problem,” Zoe said. “The event coordinator just canceled.”
Sam didn’t respond right away. The homeless woman had spotted him. Katie glanced his way and surprise flashed across her features. Then Zoe’s words registered.
“Wait, what?”
She released a heavy sigh. “Apparently, she and her fiancé couldn’t wait to plan their own little event, and they eloped this morning. She just sent me a text from California. Can you believe that? A text.”
Sam frowned, his chest tightening. The holiday festival was the biggest event of the year—the one he would be most harshly judged by if things didn’t work out the
