The plane landed in Denver at ten the next morning. Rénald had reserved a room at a nearby motel, telling the others he’d join them at Luc’s house in time for the wedding.
When they got to the house, Lydia greeted them at the door, looking somewhat frazzled, with Luc right behind her.
“What made me think I could pull this all together in two days is beyond me,” she grumbled, after hugging everyone.
“Sit down. Relax. Tell us what still needs doing and we’ll do it,” Galen replied.
Luc grinned, handing him a list. “Better you than me. Come on, I’ll show you what’s been done so far in the yard.”
Ewan took one look, when they were out there, and shook his head. “This won’t do at all. You need…” Instead of finishing his sentence, he made a few motions with his hands.
Suddenly, there was a
