Kassie was at Marie’s house, her and Tyler had just bought their own home, surrounded by bridal magazines and fabric swatches, when her phone rang. Daniel’s name lit up the screen.
“Hey,” she answered, putting him on speaker so her hands would be free to keep sorting through color options.
“Hey. You busy?”
“Wedding planning with Marie. We’re trying to decide between blush pink and dusty rose for the bridesmaids.”
“They’re the same color,” Daniel said.
“They are absolutely not the same color,” Marie called out.
Daniel laughed. “Listen, I have a question for you. How do you feel about going to Tahoe this weekend?”
Kassie looked up from the fabric samples. “Tahoe?”
“Yeah. I was thinking we could use a getaway. Just the two of us. I want to get some snowboarding in before the season en
