“It's a long time, Lydia,” Dylan commented.
She smiled. He is eager, isn't he? “Less than a year.”
“How long do you think it will take?” he demanded. “How big an event are you hoping for?”
They reached the street and turned south. A cool breeze blew up behind them, teasing the couple with tantalizing hints of autumn.
“Not that big,” she said. “My friends and their husbands would be sufficient.”
“Heitschmidts, Fultons, Williamses. Who else?” Dylan asked.
“Um, Wests,” Lydia replied. “What about you?”
Dylan shrugged. “My other deputy, Rob, I suppose, but I think you've hit the major ones. So that makes ten adults and four kids, three of them babies who aren't born yet. You really think that's going to take more than half a year to plan?”
Lydia laughed. “Are you in a hurry, Sheriff?”
