FAITH THOMAS SAT IN her office at her computer, trying her best to concentrate on the daily cash account reconciliations.
But her brain persisted in replaying Lizzie’s question.
Have you two set a wedding date yet, or what?
“This isn’t going away,” she lamented under her breath, and put down her pen.
She stood, stretched, and headed to the breakroom for a fresh cup of hot tea, pondering the question as she walked.
What am I waiting for, exactly? We’ve been engaged for over a year now. But it’s not like Rick has brought it up, either.
She scowled as she filled her mug with hot water from the dispenser, then added her tea bag to let it brew.
Okay, maybe try this from a logical standpoint. What would getting married change about our current situation? We already live together, and we’r
