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words, afraid his confirmation would follow them.
    Through her tears, Andee saw Buck stare at her. Yet, he made no move to comfort her or ease her fears.
    Lorelei turned to Andee. "You all rarely fight. And now, when you need to do it to work out some stuff, you're no good at it. You two don't know how to fight. You need a mediator. That's my dad."
    "What about the interviews?" Andee stalled.
    "You're just gonna have to trust me. I'll hire the one I think works best. Can you do that?"
    Andee nodded and wiped her eyes with a tea towel.
    Buck sighed. "Why can't you do that for me, Andee? Trust me like that."
    Before Andee could respond, Lorelei cut her off. "Not here. Take it to dad."
    "What about closing up?" Andee twisted the tea towel in her hands.
    "Kylie is coming in. She'll help through the weekend. You all just focus on each other. Melinda said she'll help out until help gets here."
    Andee started to stay something, but Lorelei pulled her into a hug. "Focus on your marriage," she whispered.
    Andee nodded and let Lorelei wipe her face clean with the towel.
    "Do you want to ride together?" Buck asked.
    Andee shook her head. "I need a minute to gather my thoughts. I'll follow you there." She pulled off her apron then bent to pull her purse from a crate on the floor. If there was one thing from this whole experience that Andee was certain of, it was that if Buck Swift no longer wanted to be with her she likely wouldn't have the strength to knock some sense into him. That the idea of him moving on would break her in two.

CHAPTER SIX
     
     
    From the moment he walked into the diner and saw the tired but frustrated expression on his wife's face, he felt pretty confident there was no chance his actions from last night would blow over.
    He was tired, his head pounded, and his gut told him that this was not the time or place to have the conversation they needed to have. But now that his plan was in motion, he didn't want to waste another day and had already put a call in to the realtor who was selling the empty lot he'd come to covet.
    Now, as he waited to walk his wife to her car, he banked his frustration. The last thing he wanted to do was air his business in front of more people, including Reverend Parker, a man Buck had always wished was his father instead of the ballbuster he'd gotten. But he'd go to hell and back to never again see his wife look like she had a moment ago. Her face ravaged from tears and fear. Even if hell looked like couples counseling with the guy who used to be his youth pastor, who had married him and Andee, and who threw a football like a laser.
    While Buck held the diner door, waiting, a line from an old movie played on repeat in his head. "Dead man walking," it screamed, all the way to the church.
    He parked beside Andee, and together they walked in silence to the large building. Usually they'd hold hands, but today he worried about touching her. Afraid she'd start crying again. His intense need to ease her pain and guilt for knowing he was wrecking her ten-year plan almost made him reconsider going back to work for his tyrannical father. Almost.
    He'd known this was going to be hard. Andee came from a large family that was always on the move, changing plans, and forgetting about little things like deadlines, routines, and schedules. It had made his little type-A planner crazy back in high school, and she was only able to manage it now because she could leave her family's nonsense behind for the comfort and structure of their home.
    Andee needed predictability and it was his job to see she had it. That's why dropping this bomb on her without time to prep her was going to be hard. Real hard. And it was all his fault because he hadn't figured out the best way to prime her for his news back when he knew the change was coming.
    They entered the front of the church, and immediately his eyes were drawn into the chapel, down the long center walkway that ended at the altar where Jesus hung from the