Chapter 32
“NICE DAY FOR A WHITE wedding,” Cate says as Bev saunters toward her.
With a casual nod, Bev turns her eyes to the skies. “Nice day to start again.”
They break out in a laughing fit. Cate can't be sure whether it's nerves or pure pleasure. They couldn't have picked a better day for it, truly. Sun shining bright, not a cloud in the sky. Baby blue as far as the eye can see.
The sundresses were Bev's idea. No formal gowns, not for marrying in a graveyard. Hallowed ground—that's the key. Probably not the setting Bev fantasized about, as a child, but, to her credit, she hasn't issued a word of complaint.
When Cate announced that the cemetery by the funeral home was the only place in town they could provoke Ol Red-Eyes while simultaneously staying safe from his wrath, Bev took
