A Wedding in Apple Grove

A Wedding in Apple Grove by C H Admirand

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up and move out—and then they do!”
    Dan’s mom had said something along those lines when he’d told them of his plans to move to Ohio. Even though he’d moved out of his family home a few years back, this was much farther away. “My mom was sorry to see me move out here but understood that it was important to me to make the leap.”
    â€œParents will do just about anything for their kids,” Joe Mulcahy said, walking over with Mrs. Murphy close to his side.
    â€œGood morning, Joe, Mrs. Murphy.”
    The widow smiled. “Please, call me Mary.”
    He handed her a mug. “Mary. Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
    Mary Murphy looked up at Joe and smiled, a soft sweet smile that had Dan suspecting they were a couple, even though no one seemed to refer to them as such. “It surely is. How was your first night in your new home?”
    â€œI still need to unpack, but I really love the house. There’s just something about it… it’s hard to describe… it’s like it has a character all its own.”
    â€œI believe that houses absorb the personalities of those who have lived in it. The older the house, the more interesting it is.”
    Dan looked at his aunt and nodded. “That’s it exactly, Aunt Trudi.”
    She smiled and poured another cup. “Well, hello, Megan dear.”
    â€œHi, Miss Trudi.”
    Megan was every bit as entrancing as she’d been the day before. Her auburn hair was loose today and fell in a silky curtain past her shoulders.
    â€œHi, Dan.” Meg’s smile lit her face. She scrunched her nose so that he had no choice but to notice her freckles.
    He cleared his throat and returned the greeting. “How are you today?”
    â€œI’m great. The sun is shining, the wind is soft, and there’s a hint of fall in the air.” Their fingers brushed and the zing of electricity had his gaze locking on hers. He knew she’d felt the sparking sensation too.
    She licked her lips, stared at his mouth, and said, “Thanks, Dan.”
    ***
    Meg’s skin tingled from the tips of her fingers to the soles of her feet and all because of that brief brush of skin to skin. Her stomach had an odd fluttering and she felt light-headed. Who knew that his hands would cause her body to go haywire?
    â€œDid you sleep well?” Now why did she ask him something like that?
    His gorgeous gray eyes focused on hers. “Not really—strange house and so quiet.”
    She wondered if he realized that he was staring at her mouth. Storm-gray eyes filled with emotions she recognized because they were sprinting through her own system—interest, desire, and need.
    â€œGive it a couple of days and you’ll feel right at home.”
    It was hard not to be captivated by the cleft in his chin and the strong line of his jaw, but she focused on his face and not his mouth, his smile and not his lips. It wasn’t easy. She finally asked as casually as she could, “What are you going to be doing the rest of today?”
    He handed out one of the last few mugs of coffee and brushed his hands on the thighs of his jeans.
    â€œI was hoping he’d be staying for lunch after church,” Aunt Trudi said.
    â€œOh, well I…” Dan looked down at his aunt and then back at Meg, and Meg could see the wheels turning inside his head and knew he’d be accepting his aunt’s invitation, no matter what else he had planned today.
    â€œThat would be great. Let me help clean up and I’ll drive you home.”
    A warmth spread from the vicinity of Meg’s heart all the way down to her toes. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around town, Dan.”
    â€œMeg, wait—”
    She felt the heat from Dan’s hand as it enveloped hers. Staring down, she noticed his was twice the size of hers and shades darker, as if he spent a lot of time outside. Because of the way she made her living, working

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