Chapter Twenty-Five ~ Reardon
“Looking lovely today, Mrs. Dingle,” I said, pausing to smile at the older woman as I made my way down Main Street, heading to the diner for lunch.
“Hello, Reardon, lovely wedding this weekend,” she replied easily as she lifted her hand to fuss with her so-white-it-was-almost-lavender-hair.
“It was, wasn’t it,” I responded with a smile.
“Hopefully you’re next.”
Rather than reply to that, I just kept smiling and said, “Have a great day,” then moved past her.
I knew that Chloe shouldn’t be the first thing that popped in my head at the mention of my turn down the aisle, but she was. She’d been taking up permanent residence in my mind since I walked out of her house yesterday morning.
Leaving her had been the hardest thing for me to do, but I could tell she
