Chapter 29Jane
I'VE BEEN DRIVING Ash's Mustang since he left. The new car smell has long been gone, but I can smell his presence, feel his warmth, as I sink deep into the leather seat. As I slid into the driveway, his “Home Sweet Home” rang in my memory. Yet, without him to say it, all I saw in front of me was another house. Eric parked at the curb.
In the past year, so much has happened. We've spent so much time apart, I almost wish I'd never said yes when he proposed. And now, I wait and wonder if we'll ever reach the altar. I'm not mad at him. How could I be? As important as my aunts' planning my wedding is to my mother, so is finding Fritz to Ashley. He wants, and maybe needs, Fritz to be his best man. Ash told me he was determined to find Fritz, or at least try, before the wedding.
