Chapter FourSpencer
Spencer hurried back to the patio with flashlights in hand. “I decided to look for these while the sun provided enough light to still see. It’ll get dark soon enough, and at least we’ll be prepared.”
The mood on the porch seemed more relaxed than it had since Mrs. Brady arrived. Spencer searched his fiancé’s face, trying to figure out what he’d missed. “Everything good out here? Do we need more wine?”
He had quickly learned that when it came to Mrs. Brady, wine was the answer to everything. And the only thing he wanted to do was make everything perfect for his bride-to-be.
“I figured flashlights would be safer than candles overnight,” he said, topping up Mrs. Brady’s wine glass. A quiet tension suddenly filled the air. He glanced between Harley and her mother, but h
