Chapter 25: Craving a Cowboy
Tucker’s Bed and Breakfast
Bedroom
June 15, 20—
6:08 P.M.
I had a few things to do before I left Tucker’s. I was betting that our wedding day was still on. Intuition told me that Gray wasn’t going to back out, and neither was I. I’d just learned a painful lesson about putting all my eggs in one basket, but I guess it was inevitable regarding a husband and such a special day, right?
I made a series of calls. Lee Barker was on track for the wedding flowers. Franklin W. Poyddington, the caterer, was on schedule and without any hiccups. Salmon Weltz, who was in charge of decorations, scolded, “You’re worrying over nothing, Dixon.” I was told that the Pilar LeDong Bakery was creating the most awesome and “royal” cake, and not to question their ability to meet
