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unwittingly played in that teenage drama—”
    She shook her head. “You should still apologize, though. Consider it a wedding gift. I’ve got enough to worry about going wrong tomorrow, and I don’t need Grace coming after you with one of your own knives, no matter how much I understand the provocation.”
    She’d had a smile on her face when he’d left last night, so the idea of Grace acting grudge-y today wasn’t right. “Honey, I think you should probably go have that sit-down now. You wouldn’t want Grace mad at you for ignoring her instructions, would you?”
    “You’re probably right.” She picked up the glass of wine and took a big gulp. Without comment, Beau topped it up again. Honey nodded her thanks. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be out front on the swing trying not to hyperventilate.”
    He waited until she left, then he went out the other doors in search of Grace. He spotted her in the tent deep in conversation with the minister and Brent. “Grace!” he called as he approached.
    She turned slowly, looking for the voice, and her eyebrows pulled together when she spotted him.
    “Can I speak to you for a minute? Over there?” He pointed to the currently unoccupied gazebo.
    Brent rolled his eyes. “Please tell me nothing’s gone wrong. Honey will lose her mind.”
    “I’m sure everything is fine,” Grace assured him and looked to Beau, the expectation he would back her up on that statement very clear on her face.
    “No problems. Just a few things I need to clarify with Grace. It won’t take long.”
    Grace smiled and patted Brent’s arm. “It’s my job to worry, not yours. I’ll be back in minute and maybe we can get this rehearsal started, okay?”
    She fell into step beside him, and once they were out of Brent’s earshot, she laid into him. “Have you lost your freakin’ mind? I thought you said this wasn’t your first wedding. You don’t bring up problems in front of already stressed and anxious people.” In the shade of the gazebo, she turned and crossed her arms over her chest. “So what is it?”
    “I haven’t had much of a chance to speak to you today.”
    “I’ve been a bit busy. And don’t you have things you need to be doing?”
    Although the words seemed to make perfect sense, something had him starting to wonder if maybe he did need to lock up the knives. “That’s it, then? Nothing wrong?”
    “I’m trying to run a wedding rehearsal. There are any number of things wrong at any given moment. You’ll need to be more specific.”
    “Honey says you get a weird look—yeah, that’s the one—every time my name comes up. ”
    Grace frowned. “I don’t know what she’s talking about.”
    “Well, she told me I needed to apologize to you, but I was under the impression I already had. Last night.”
    “Yes, thoroughly. Repeatedly. Apology accepted.” Grace looked edgy, a far cry from the general Honey and his staff had described.
    “Then what’s the problem?”
    “No offense, but this is really not a good time—”
    “Honey’s on my porch calming her nerves, so you have a few minutes before any rehearsing can start.”
    Grace looked over toward the wedding party, but everyone was just milling about happily, and no one seemed to be looking for her. She sighed. “Fine. Last night was a mistake. It should not have happened—”
    Whoa. “A mistake?”
    “Yes. I appreciate your apology and accept the fact you meant no real harm that night. There was no need to take it any further than that.”
    He was now lost. “What?”
    “That part of my life is behind me now, and while it’s been nice to visit and lay some old ghosts to rest, there’s nothing for me in Bellefleur.” Her voice turned cool and calm, and the edginess was gone. She looked him square in the eye. “Once Honey and Brent are safely married, I won’t be back. At all.”
    He’d never been dismissed like that before. Here he’d been thinking there was something interesting starting between