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said. “If anything goes wrong now—”
    “It won’t,” Roy told her as he put an arm around her shoulders. “We’ve waited all our lives to find each other, and nothing’s going to keep us apart now. I believe that with all my heart, Eve.”
    She turned toward him, leaned against him, and rested her head on his shoulder as he hugged her.
    “I hope you’re right, Roy.”
    “Of course I am,” he said, his voice brimming with confidence. “By this time tomorrow evening, you and I are going to be husband and wife, Eve. Just you wait and see.”

Chapter 5
     
    T he first thing Phyllis did when she got up the next morning was check the sky.
    “What are you doing?” Carolyn asked as she came out onto the back porch and found Phyllis standing there peering up intently at the gray clouds.
    Phyllis didn’t answer the question. Instead she said, “Do those look like snow clouds to you?”
    Carolyn squinted at the sky. “Not really. But don’t go by me. I’m not a meteorologist.”
    “Neither am I. But Eve came in last night worried because the area’s supposed to get some snow and ice.”
    “That shouldn’t stop her from getting married. Unless the roads got really bad and the preacher couldn’t get here.”
    Phyllis looked at her and said, “Oh, goodness, don’t even say that where she can hear it!”
    “Have you checked the forecast on TV this morning?”
    “Not yet.” Phyllis turned toward the door, shivering in her thick robe as a vagrant gust of cold air blew across the backyard. “I wanted to take a look at the sky first.”
    They went into the kitchen, and Carolyn said, “You go see what they’re saying on TV, and I’ll start the coffee.”
    Phyllis went into the living room and turned on the weather station again. There was still an awful lot of that frozen-precipitation pink extending down across the Red River from Oklahoma now. Most of it did appear to be aimed at Dallas and points eastward, but one finger of the storm stretched westward toward Denton and Decatur. If it kept coming in that direction, it could brush across Parker County and hit Weatherford.
    The temperature down in the bottom corner of the screen read 38 degrees. So it was above freezing right now, she thought, but that could change. At this time of year when a front came through, the temperature often dropped during the day, rather than going up as it normally would.
    “Fingers crossed,” she whispered to herself. There were a lot of factors at play here, as the meteorologists liked to say, and as always in the face of the weather, all the puny humans could do was wait and hope.
    Sam came into the living room. “How’s it lookin’?”
    “Iffy,” Phyllis said. “We might not get anything.”
    “That’s what my gut’s tellin’ me.” He smiled. “No way the weather wants to mess with Eve Turner.”
    Phyllis had to laugh. “I hope you’re right,” she said. She hadn’t sat down while she was watching TV. She switched it off now and put the remote back on the table. “I’ll get started on breakfast. We still have a cake to bake.”
    “You and Carolyn have a cake to bake,” Sam said. “My job is just eatin’ it.”
    “Actually, Mike is going to be over in a little bit, and the two of you will need to move the furniture out of the living room and set up the folding chairs. Also you’ll be in charge of traffic control this afternoon when people start showing up.” Phyllis added under her breath, “Assuming they do,” then felt bad about doubting that things were going to work out.
    Carolyn had already started cooking some pancakes. Phyllis began scrambling eggs and frying bacon. Those aromas mixed with that of the coffee to create a delicious smell that filled the house. It was enough to bring Eve downstairs . . . but not enough to distract her from her worries about the weather.
    “How does it look?” she asked.
    “Good,” Phyllis said with as much heartiness as she could muster. “I think it’s