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sorry. I’m just so happy to
meet you. You two make such a lovely couple. Have you thought about
a date yet?”
    Sam looked a bit pale. “Oh, no. It’s just all
so new. It’s hard to believe it’s really going to ever happen.” She
cleared her throat.
    I draped my arm around Sam. “It’s going to be
something small.”
    Mom wrung her hands. “I wish I had more money
to contribute. But I’m sure we can come up with something
nice.”
    Sam’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, don’t worry about
that. My mother saved quite a bit of money to pay for my
wedding.”
    Mom clapped her hands together. “How
wonderful. I’d love to meet her.”
    Sam looked at the floor. “She died four years
ago.”
    The only sound in the room was the clock
ticking. Mom reached out and touched Sam’s arm. “I’m sorry, dear. I
don’t know if Justin told you about my cancer scare. I’m so lucky
to be here to see the two of you get married. I’m sure your mother
will be watching from above.”
    Sam sniffed and nodded. The mood was getting
way too intense for a fake engagement celebration.
    “My son is a wonderful man. I know he’ll be a
fantastic husband, and that catering idea of his is just bound to
take off.” Her face looked younger and hopeful.
    “Yes, we were checking out some of the food
trucks at the Apple Blossom festival yesterday. I love his idea.
He’s very clever. Have you thought of a name, Justin?”
    “Nothing that’s really struck me yet.”
    “You’ll figure something out. Together.” Mom
wiped away another tear. Man, she was going to take the breakup
hard. “I just hope I get to see it before…” She didn’t say it, but
we both knew what she meant.
    I kissed her. “You’ll see it, Mom. I promise.
We gotta go. We’ll be back next week for your birthday.”
    Mom kneaded her hands. “Samantha, would it be
okay if I came along when you look for dresses?”
    She sucked in a breath. “Gosh, I hadn’t even
thought about the dress yet. But sure, yes. I’ll let you know when
I’m going.”
     
    ***
     
    Justin’s mother wanted to go dress shopping.
For a wedding that wasn’t going to happen. I was quiet on the ride
home. “Justin, this is harder than I thought. Your mom’s going to
be really upset when we break up.”
    His fingers tensed on the steering wheel. “I
know. She was really likes you.”
    “How long are we going to do this before you
tell her we broke up?”
    He rubbed the back of his head. “I’m not
sure. I’ll have to tell her you dumped me. She’ll never forgive me
if I break up with you.”
    How had I gotten into this mess? Then I
remembered the wedding. “I have to thank you again for last
night.”
    He cleared his throat. “I enjoyed it too. All
four times. And this morning.”
    I nearly choked. “I meant the wedding. Carrie
was definitely impressed. I just hope she doesn’t call about a
sculpture.”
    “Oh, right. Yes of course. Well, she had good
reason to be jealous. You looked beautiful. Her husband was
checking you out. I don’t predict a long marriage.” He pulled into
my parking lot and looked at me.
    How this man was still single, I had no idea.
With just that look I was reliving our night together. Was it wrong
to want more from him than a pretend relationship? I was only a
receptionist—and not even a good one. I had no ambitions. And I
couldn’t cook. Some weekends, I didn’t even change out of my
pajamas and I wasn’t a reliable flosser. The dental hygienist sighs
throughout my entire cleaning. I was not the type who’d be able to
take care of him like his mother hoped. I wasn’t the kind of girl
he wanted at all. But he was sitting there with his dreamy eyes,
and his delectable mouth—and we ended up in my bed. He was a bit
too preoccupied to notice I had equally nice sheets as he
owned.
     
    ***
     
    Work dragged on Monday; I even let a few
calls just ring until the callers just gave up. Justin made me feel
alive. My job made me feel like I was dying. My life