The words lingered in the quiet room.

For the first time in weeks, the tightness drained out of my shoulders.

Maybe I’d been completely wrong about her motives, and the business at the boutique really had been nothing more than a misunderstanding born of wedding stress.

“I’ll go put the kettle on,” I said.

“We can have a cup of tea before you head back to the city.”

“I’d love that,” Vanessa said.