Chapter Six
To my relief, the rest of the work week that followed my meeting with Allan was so full of managing all the last-minute details of the Blankenship wedding, I really didn’t have much time to worry about the odd ways I missed him, even though we’d only been in each other’s company on two different occasions. Oh, I didn’t ignore him completely — I sent him the promised .mp3s from the three different bands I’d selected, and I also forwarded him some sketches Tori had put together for the proposed floral arrangements. However, all that contact was via text and email, and I didn’t have to deal with the extremely distracting reality of his physical presence.
In the midst of final bridesmaid gown fittings and a frantic call to an expert colorist in Brentwood to fix the maid-of-honor’
