“Are you nervous? Excited?” Kaitlyn asks me as I put on my date-night boots. I can’t remember the last time I wore them.
“A little bit of both,” I admit, grabbing my keys so we can head to the rescue.
We somehow finished the fencing right at dark yesterday, just in time for us to break open a bottle of champagne to dedicate the facility.
“I told Grandma it was only supposed to be a small family gathering.” Kaitlyn gives me an apologetic look.
I suck in a deep breath, shrugging. “Yeah, but you know how she is.”
She chuckles. “That’s the problem. She doesn’t know what small means. Anytime she’s involved in anything, it’s bigger than Texas. But if they beg for a speech, I’ve got you.”
small“Thanks,” I tell her. I’m glad she understands I don’t like talking in front of a large crowd. It’
