should enjoy it.”
He was giving me a way out, and I was grateful. Of course, the insecure part of me didn’t want to acknowledge that I was worried wedding talk would cause him to run in the other direction. I decided to change the subject. “Just for the record, I wouldn’t refer to ‘old Tillie’ again when we’re stuck in Aunt Tillie’s head,” I offered. “She won’t like that.”
“Great. Something else to worry about.”
I slipped my hand into his as we headed toward the door. “I’m sure it will be fine.”
“Wait … can she read my mind because it’s trapped in her mind?”
“I have no idea.”
“Crap,” Landon muttered. “Now she’s going to know how often I think about … you know.”
“Oh, honey, that secret isn’t nearly as safe as you seem to think it is.”
Landon reached over and tickled my ribs as I tried to escape. “You’re too cute for words sometimes.”
“Thank you,” I gasped, trying to evade his fingers.
“I didn’t say you were being cute now,” Landon cautioned, “just sometimes.”
“You know how I make you tired?”
Landon nodded.
“Sometimes you make me tired.”
“That’s why we work, sweetie,” Landon said. “Come on. I’m dying to see how a Winchester wedding works. I think it’s going to be … illuminating.”
Wait … what did he mean by that?
“STAY over here,” Landon ordered five minutes later, grabbing my arm and pulling me under the eaves of the house so we could go more easily unnoticed.
“Why?” I was annoyed. I wanted to meet as many relatives as possible. By the time I was born, most of them were gone. “It will be fun.”
“I’m still not convinced we’re in Aunt Tillie’s head,” Landon answered, although he looked to the sky, which made me internally smirk. “If we are, though, I’ve always thought she was the wisest witch in the land.”
“I love that you pander to an audience even now.”
Landon frowned. “If we are time traveling and what you said about not changing things is true … I don’t want to risk not meeting you. I want to wake up with you on my lap in that hospital chair.”
My heart flopped at the admission. “That was sweet.”
“That’s the truth,” Landon said. “I can’t imagine not knowing you. It would kill me.”
“You wouldn’t even know,” I pointed out, although tears pricked my eyes at the thought. “Neither of us would.”
“Do you want to risk that?”
“We’re not time traveling,” I argued, although I hung back and shifted a little closer to Landon. “I don’t want to risk it, though.”
“Good,” Landon said. “We’re here to observe and find Aunt Tillie. If you’re right, the old … I mean our … Aunt Tillie is somewhere close. She’s watching, too.”
“Where do you think she is?” I asked, scanning the crowd. “Oh, look. There’s Calvin in his tuxedo. He’s so handsome.”
“He looks … dapper,” Landon said.
I shot him a dubious look. “Dapper?”
“Sweetie, men don’t call other men handsome,” Landon replied. “It’s just not done.”
“Fine, prude,” I said. “He does look handsome, though. I can’t wait to see Aunt Tillie in her dress.”
“That’ll be something,” Landon conceded. “Old Aunt Tillie – I mean young and spry Aunt Tillie who doesn’t look a day over thirty – will want to see herself in that dress. Keep your eyes open.”
“Yes, sir.” I ignored Landon’s pointed eye roll and turned back to the assembled guests. “There’s Great-Grandmother Caroline,” I said, inclining my chin across the way. “She looks happy.”
“She probably just killed someone,” Landon offered.
“You’re a grump,” I said. “This is a wedding. It’s a happy occasion.”
“Oh, yeah?” Landon studied me for a moment. “Do you … ?”
The sound of someone squealing cut him off, and part of me was dying to know what he was about to ask. Of course, the other part was terrified it would have been
He was giving me a way out, and I was grateful. Of course, the insecure part of me didn’t want to acknowledge that I was worried wedding talk would cause him to run in the other direction. I decided to change the subject. “Just for the record, I wouldn’t refer to ‘old Tillie’ again when we’re stuck in Aunt Tillie’s head,” I offered. “She won’t like that.”
“Great. Something else to worry about.”
I slipped my hand into his as we headed toward the door. “I’m sure it will be fine.”
“Wait … can she read my mind because it’s trapped in her mind?”
“I have no idea.”
“Crap,” Landon muttered. “Now she’s going to know how often I think about … you know.”
“Oh, honey, that secret isn’t nearly as safe as you seem to think it is.”
Landon reached over and tickled my ribs as I tried to escape. “You’re too cute for words sometimes.”
“Thank you,” I gasped, trying to evade his fingers.
“I didn’t say you were being cute now,” Landon cautioned, “just sometimes.”
“You know how I make you tired?”
Landon nodded.
“Sometimes you make me tired.”
“That’s why we work, sweetie,” Landon said. “Come on. I’m dying to see how a Winchester wedding works. I think it’s going to be … illuminating.”
Wait … what did he mean by that?
“STAY over here,” Landon ordered five minutes later, grabbing my arm and pulling me under the eaves of the house so we could go more easily unnoticed.
“Why?” I was annoyed. I wanted to meet as many relatives as possible. By the time I was born, most of them were gone. “It will be fun.”
“I’m still not convinced we’re in Aunt Tillie’s head,” Landon answered, although he looked to the sky, which made me internally smirk. “If we are, though, I’ve always thought she was the wisest witch in the land.”
“I love that you pander to an audience even now.”
Landon frowned. “If we are time traveling and what you said about not changing things is true … I don’t want to risk not meeting you. I want to wake up with you on my lap in that hospital chair.”
My heart flopped at the admission. “That was sweet.”
“That’s the truth,” Landon said. “I can’t imagine not knowing you. It would kill me.”
“You wouldn’t even know,” I pointed out, although tears pricked my eyes at the thought. “Neither of us would.”
“Do you want to risk that?”
“We’re not time traveling,” I argued, although I hung back and shifted a little closer to Landon. “I don’t want to risk it, though.”
“Good,” Landon said. “We’re here to observe and find Aunt Tillie. If you’re right, the old … I mean our … Aunt Tillie is somewhere close. She’s watching, too.”
“Where do you think she is?” I asked, scanning the crowd. “Oh, look. There’s Calvin in his tuxedo. He’s so handsome.”
“He looks … dapper,” Landon said.
I shot him a dubious look. “Dapper?”
“Sweetie, men don’t call other men handsome,” Landon replied. “It’s just not done.”
“Fine, prude,” I said. “He does look handsome, though. I can’t wait to see Aunt Tillie in her dress.”
“That’ll be something,” Landon conceded. “Old Aunt Tillie – I mean young and spry Aunt Tillie who doesn’t look a day over thirty – will want to see herself in that dress. Keep your eyes open.”
“Yes, sir.” I ignored Landon’s pointed eye roll and turned back to the assembled guests. “There’s Great-Grandmother Caroline,” I said, inclining my chin across the way. “She looks happy.”
“She probably just killed someone,” Landon offered.
“You’re a grump,” I said. “This is a wedding. It’s a happy occasion.”
“Oh, yeah?” Landon studied me for a moment. “Do you … ?”
The sound of someone squealing cut him off, and part of me was dying to know what he was about to ask. Of course, the other part was terrified it would have been
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