Page 63 of Highlands Summer Wedding

She was radiant and glowing and clearly in love, so no, she couldn’t.

“I only wish I’d known you longer,” Angus said.

“Can you imagine, though? I would’ve been completely intimidated by you,” said Caitlin, laughter in her eyes.

A cocky grin spread across Angus’s face. “And I was an arse back then. You wouldn’t have liked me.”

“I doubt that,” Caitlin said.

“Fortunately we didn’t meet then,” said Angus, putting his arm around Caitlin.

I tapped my spoon against my coffee mug. “Enough mushy stuff. I have a checklist here.” I pulled up the list on my phone. “Do you two lovebirds have time to finalize plans so we can get you married?”

“Yes, please!” said Caitlin, tearing her gaze away from Angus.

I glanced at the first item on my list. “Rehearsal dinner. Drinks, appetizers and mains are set. Any changes?”

They exchanged a look and shook their heads. “We’re good.”

“Flowers?”

“Sorted,” said Angus.

“Thank-you gifts?” I asked, awkwardly. After all, I was the wedding planner, the maid of honor, and the bride’s sister.

“Got ’em,” Caitlin said with a taunting grin.

I raised an eyebrow. “Need help wrapping them?”

Caitlin gave me a knowing wink. “Already done.”

“Okay,” I said. “Next—speeches. You’ve told people when?”

“Yep,” Angus replied.

“And the restaurant will provide dessert.”

“Yep,” said Caitlin.

“So… we’re all set.”

Caitlin broke into a bright smile. “Looks like we are!”

“The wedding is all set for the MacAlister Inn. Drew has a tent outside for the appetizers and drinks, and then the sit-down dinner will be inside, where you first met.”

“Technically, we first met on the banks of Loch Ness,” said Caitlin, batting her eyelashes.

Angus scratched his chin. “Could be a good name for a new album.”

Our jaws dropped.

“Are you thinking about recording again? Getting the band back together, as it were?” asked Caitlin.

“Never say never… We’ll talk about it,” said Angus. His voice carried a finality that made me realize this was a huge conversation that I shouldn’t be a part of. Just as I started to get up, Caitlin pulled me back down.

Tears in her eyes, she held onto my right arm as she took Angus’s hand. “I really don’t know where I’d be right now without you two. You mean so much to me, and if Lindsay hadn’t left her purse on the boat…”

Angus grinned. “But you did, and you saved me. I was such a disaster for years. Running away to Boston, hiding in a pub—partially because it was the one pub I could ensure would never, ever play that music. Then you came along, and the storm ruined everything except for us.”