Bennett knotted his tie, a deep purple one with silver and bronze paisleys stitched into it. He wore a navy blue suit that almost looked black, and thankfully, it still fit. He hadn’t worn it since Miles Montgomery’s funeral, four years ago. And before that, at his own wedding.
So it seemed fitting he’d wear it one more time to this unveiling. Then he’d probably need to get a new suit—because he wasn’t going to marry Jennie in the same suit he’d worn to marry Cynthia.
“You’re thinking too far ahead,” he muttered to himself. After all, Jennie had just tried to push him away two days ago.
But she’d apologized, and that was huge for her. He knew what it took for her to say I’m sorry, and it meant something for them.
I’m sorry“Okay, guys,” he said to the dogs upon walking into the living r
