“You don’t need to worry about us.” Molly stood up and kissed Daniel. “Are you going to tell her our news or shall I?”
“Tell her what?”
Molly scowled and Valentine was on his feet in an instant. “See? My dog senses when you make me unhappy. Better watch it, Mr. Heartbreaker, or you will be covered in teeth marks.”
“Promises, promises.”
Knowing that the banter could have gone on forever, Harriet interrupted. “What’s your news?”
“We’ve fixed a date.” Molly looked pleased with herself. “For our wedding. We’re getting married in May, and we’re having the wedding in Central Park because that’s where we met. Cherry blossom. Blue skies—”
“—you in your running shoes with your hair pulled back in a tail.” Daniel grinned at her. “I like it that way. It’s sexy.”
“I’m wearing a long white dress.”
“In the park?” Daniel winced. “Are we leaving the dogs at home?”
“No!”
“Then I don’t recommend a long white dress.”
Harriet interrupted again. “Congratulations. I’m so happy for you.” And she was, she really was. They were perfect together, just as Fliss and Seth were perfect together. Two by two. Everyone was in pairs.
Except for her.
r /> She was one.
Alone.
Molly hugged her. “Will you be my bridesmaid? You and Fliss?”
“Of course. Thank you.”
Daniel sprawled on her sofa, watching her closely. “This place is quiet without Fliss.”
It was horribly quiet.
“I’ve been too busy with work to notice. And fostering animals keeps the place pretty noisy.”
Daniel glanced around. “I don’t see animals.”
Her brother didn’t miss a thing. “I had Teddy until recently. He went to his forever home.” She watched as Valentine lay down on the floor. Brutus joined him. Molly and Daniel had met while walking the dogs and now the two dogs were inseparable. “So are you working on anything exciting right now?”
“The usual. Handling people’s toxic marriages. Why anyone bothers I have no idea, but I guess people’s optimism and fairy-tale belief in the power of Happy Ever After keeps me in business, so who am I to question it?”
Molly gave him a look. “You’re marrying me. You shouldn’t question it.”
“You are my Snow White.”
“I hate apples.”
“My Cinderella?”
“She was great at cleaning, and I’m crap.”
“Rapunzel? No, your hair is the wrong color and too short. Beauty? No, because that would make me the beast.”
“Which is how you’re known in impolite circles.”