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had that same influence on mine.
    “Oh, that’s lots of wedding planning time,” her mother said excitedly. “Do you have all of your bridesmaids set?”
    “Okay, Mom, really?” Emily answered. “Now you’re asking a bit much, aren’t you?”
    “You’re right. I’m just so excited about this,” her mom said, practically bouncing up and down in her seat.
    “We’re so glad that you’re so excited, but remember I also need to be able to help Angie with whatever she needs for her wedding too. She doesn’t have anyone and their wedding will be before ours.”
    “I know, honey,” her mom said with a smile. “We’ll be there to help with anything she needs as well.”
    Not long after they’d become friends, Emily’s parents had taken Angie under their wing after her father had been arrested for hitting her about a year ago.
    “Okay then,” Emily said, picking up her glass to take another sip.
    The conversation continued all around us while we waited for our breakfast to show up. A lot of it about wedding plans, some of it about school. It wasn’t long before the food was brought out, surprising considering the size of our party, but who was I to complain. As the waiter set the plates down, I looked to see what Emily had ordered. I hadn’t been listening when she placed it because my mom and I were talking about my sister.
    It was a huge stack of pancakes, covered in what looked like cinnamon and sugar, with a large dollop of whipped cream. Yum. She knew exactly what to pick. Any time we went out to eat, Emily never finished what was brought out on her plate, but that just meant more for me in the end, so it was always good when she picked something different to mine, especially when it looked and smelled so delicious.
    “I see you eying up my plate and you can forget about it—I’m not sharing.”
    Leaning over, I nibbled along the edge of her ear, forgetting that we had company at the table. “You’re right, you never share, but that doesn’t include what you can’t finish on your own.”
    “So very true, Mr. Bentley.”
    “Now who’s being the funny one?” She fake-pouted at me. “Would it help if I gave you a bite of my omelet first?”
    From the smile on her lips, to the sparkle in her eye, her whole face lit up. “Damn, I didn’t know a little offer of an omelet would get you that excited.”
    “It has nothing to do with the omelet. It’s about the fact that you’re willing to offer it to keep me happy.”
    “And that, my dear, is my ultimate goal in life, but I better warn you, you’re turning kind of sappy again.”
    A small fist slammed into my arm. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it didn’t feel very comfortable either. “Next time, I’m gonna knock you out, you asshole.”
    “There’s my girl.”
    Rubbing my arm I looked down to her. Cupping her face in my hands, I pulled her into a kiss, letting her sweetness surround and envelop me. It was a feeling like no other when her mouth touched mine. There were ohhs and ahhs , but with Emily it was so easy to get lost in the kiss, easy to not pay attention to our surroundings.
    Then there was a loud clearing of a throat, forcing me to pull away from her. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks and looking down at Emily, I was satisfied to see the same thing on her face. Her scent pulled me in and I rested my head against hers.
    “Love you, Em.”
    “I love you too.”
    After another round of ohhs and ahhs , everyone went back to eating their breakfast. We talked some more, even after everyone had finished their meal, and true to my prediction, Emily shared the rest of her pancakes.
    All too soon, it was time to leave. Just like everyone else, we needed to get on the road because we both had class tomorrow and needed to get some homework and studying done. Hugs and congratulations were passed around again, as well as promises of calling more often and offers of help in planning the wedding. Emily and I hopped back in the truck, ready for