Chapter Six
AFTER SHE LEFT, WYATT poked his head out from the back and looked inquiringly at Beatrice.
“All clear,” she said with a chuckle.
He walked sheepishly into the living room and sat down. “Sorry. I just suddenly felt a real lack of energy right when she knocked on the door.”
“Oh, I totally understand that. Meadow can sometimes pull the energy right out of a person,” said Beatrice. “Were you able to nap?”
“I think I might have drifted off for a minute or two, but then my phone rang. It was Edgenora calling from the church office and scheduling a meeting with a mother-of-the-bride,” he said.
Beatrice lifted her eyebrows. “Was it, by any chance, Colleen Roberts?”
Wyatt blinked at her. “Now how on earth would you know that?”
“Just a lucky guess. Meadow mentioned that her daugh
