Chapter Four
“It was like a movie or something, the way he came up the porch steps carrying you and Bailey.” Mel took a sip of her coffee and gave Thea an innocent look.
“Yeah. Tarzan of the Apes,” Thea groused. “Him Tarzan.”
Mel laughed. She was perched precariously on the porch railing of her soon-to-be home while her soon-to-be husband crawled around on top of the gazebo in the garden. It was a misty, humid morning. Dust motes drifted through shafts of sunlight and a steady murmur of bird song and bee buzz droned through the hollow.
“But did he really have a crush on Grace?” Mel flashed an impish grin.
“Yes,” Thea said at the same time Grace said, “No.”
Grace grimaced at Mel. “Thea totally made that up.”
“Did not,” Thea protested. “He was always finding reasons to hang around, an
