Chapter 77

“Seven?”

“Perfect. See you then.” Clearly not caring what anyone saw or anyone thought, Pierce leaned in to kiss her. He lingered as if he wanted to press for more, but he pulled away reluctantly. Then, with a little salute, he headed down the street and hopped into his Jeep.

Jennifer rushed outside. “Isn’t he the man who fixed the church van when it was broken?”

“Yes,” Brea breathed. “He did that for me.”

“He cleans up awfully nice.”

“He does.” She sighed. He dirtied up awfully nice, too. But she kept that to herself.

“You’re in love.”

She smiled. “Definitely.”

Mrs. Lloyd bustled out next. “That is one fine, strutting rooster you’ve got there.”

Mrs. Rogers was right behind her. “Indeed. You’re a lucky lady, Ms. Bell.”

“Believe me, I know.” Brea grinned.

And hopefully by this time tomorrow, everyone would know that she would soon be Mrs. Walker.

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Son of a bitch.