Always the Wedding Planner, Never the Bride (26 page)

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J
ackson had invited Andy to join him at Miguel's men's group on two different occasions, but both times his schedule conflicted with their meeting time. It wasn't that he didn't want to meet with a group of Christian men particularly, but he hadn't been too disappointed to turn down the invitation either. This time, however, when Jackson called to say that the group planned to shoot hoops at the rec center and dine on chicken wings and burgers afterward, Andy adjusted his schedule in order to join them.

He flew home after work just long enough to stuff a change of clothes appropriate for dinner into his Blackhawks duffle. He quickly changed into gray sweats, a black t-shirt, and he laced up the Nikes he hadn't worn since leaving Chicago. Jackson waited outside the hotel, chatting with the bellman, when Andy pulled up out front.

"Thanks for the ride, man."

"Any time. How do I get there?"

"Down to the street and make a right."

Jackson clicked his seatbelt into place and leaned back into the seat with a groan. "What a day. I'm looking forward to blowing off a little steam."

"I used to shoot hoops or get out on the ice with my buddy Jeff a couple of times a month back in Chicago. I appreciate the invite tonight."

"You play hockey? You should talk to Miguel. He's part of an amateur league."

"You're joking."

"Nah. Talk to him about it."

"I will. Thanks."

The guys in Miguel's group couldn't have been more welcoming, and they split into two teams of four, placing Jackson and Andy as opposition. Miguel tossed him a neon orange necktie to knot around his bicep.

"You're one of ours, slim!" he said with a smirk as he looked up at Andy. "You got the height to play forward."

"That works."

"Good. Let's see whatcha got." And with that, Miguel jogged toward the far end of the court, dribbling.

Jackson and his three teammates distributed bright turquoise ties, strapping them around their arms on the way, and the two teams warmed up on opposite ends of the court. Once they got started, Andy wasn't quite sure why, but Miguel's abilities surprised him. Mickey Rayburn and Cris Padilla rounded out their contingent, and less than an hour later, Orange declared a victory over Blue by twenty-six points.

To his embarrassment, Andy collapsed first on the floor when they broke, and he leaned back against the cool wall to catch his breath. Cris grabbed two bottles of water from the cooler Miguel brought along, and he handed one to Andy before taking a seat on the floor beside him.

"Thanks," Andy said as he twisted off the cap. "I haven't played in a while."

"You showed your skills, old man," Cris teased him. "That's what counts."

Andy grinned as he tilted back his head and poured water straight down his throat.

"Miguel says you're in from Chicago."

"Yeah. Lived there for five years before moving back."

"Oh, you're from Atlanta then."

"Yeah. Born and raised. You?"

"Born in Mexico," Cris replied, "but my family moved to San Antonio when I was a kid. Later here to Atlanta. Been here since I was a teen."

"You go to Miguel's church?"

"Yeah, for a couple of months now. You should come and visit some Sunday. It's a great place."

"I might just do that."

The guys used the rec center men's room to clean up and change before heading off to Gilly's in Dunwoody. Once they were seated and an appropriate amount of chicken wings and beverages had been ordered, Andy leaned over and tapped Miguel on the arm.

"Jackson tells me you like to get out on the ice."

"I do. You?"

"I'm fairly passionate about it. I was hoping to hear more about your league."

"Strictly amateur stuff," Miguel told him as he tossed a tortilla chip into his mouth and crunched it. "The league's just seven teams strong, but it's made up of guys all over the Atlanta area who love to put it out on the ice. We have a practice next Thursday, if you'd like to come and check it out."

"I would. Thanks."

Conversation flowed over red hot wings, chips and salsa, and baskets of peel-and-eat shrimp. Andy spent most of his time chatting with Cris about everything from the Blackhawks and the Lakers to his Mexican heritage and large family. He liked the guy. A lot. He was sorry to hear he wasn't married or

even involved with anyone so that they could socialize a bit with him and Sherilyn. But Jackson solved that problem when he invited Cris to join a group of guys on Sunday at his place for the Thrashers game.

"Can you make it?" he asked Andy from down the table.

"I'll check," he said with a grin. "But yeah, I think I can." The night was jam-packed with what Sherilyn called "boy bonding," and Andy thanked Jackson emphatically for including him before dropping him off in the hotel parking lot behind his car.

"No need to thank me," Jackson told him. "But you could have shown your gratitude a little on the court. You all wiped the floor with us."

"I had some making up to do," Andy replied. "For my Blackhawks."

"Oh, don't go around trying to make up for that sorry bunch."

"Hey! Hey!" he warned him good-naturedly. "If we're going to be friends now, you'll have to stop trash-talking my boys."

"Yeah, whatever," Jackson groaned, and he closed the door and shot Andy a grin and a wave. "Later."

"A movie's just not a movie without popcorn and chocolate, Emma Rae."

"Sher?" Emma asked.

"She had me at chocolate!"

Sherilyn helped Emma's Aunt Sophie off with her coat and got her settled inside the theater while Emma made the trek back to the concession stand. Once they were seated, Sophie slipped her arm through Sherilyn's and grinned like a schoolgirl.

"I love this movie!"

"I haven't seen it since I was a teenager," Sherilyn told her. She didn't include the information that going to a retro theater in Chicago that looked a lot like this one was one of very few vivid memories she had of her mother.

"Oh, it's a gem. Julie Andrews and that exquisite voice of hers. And Christopher Plummer; he's such a fox."

Sherilyn chuckled. "I haven't heard anyone called a fox in a long time."

"Well, he is one. Yessiree Bob!" Sherilyn glanced around at the refurbished 1920s theater with its velvet curtains and ornate crystal chandelier. When Emma had invited her to join them to celebrate Sophie's birthday, she'd expected a quiet afternoon tea or possibly an early dinner. What a lovely and unexpected surprise to accompany them to an afternoon matinee of
The Sound of Music!

"How old is she?" Sherilyn had asked Emma.

"Oh, we don't keep track anymore," she explained. "Aunt Soph is timeless."

Sherilyn looked over at her. Sophie had her hands clasped beneath her chin, and she rocked slightly to a song playing somewhere in her memory, her gray-blue eyes glistening with anticipation.

Without a moment's warning ,Sophie burst into song.

"Let's start at the very beginning," she sang out. And on the second part of the lyric, Emma appeared, laden with drinks, popcorn, and boxes of candy, joining her aunt in song.

"A very good place to start," they both crooned, and Sherilyn began to laugh as Emma unloaded the goods on her lap, helped her aunt to her feet, and waltzed in the aisle with her as they sang "Do Re Mi."

To Sherilyn's complete surprise, others in the theater began to join in.

"Do, a deer. A female deer," a woman behind them sang.

"Re, a drop of golden sun," came a few more voices.

A little girl and her mother danced in front of their seats a few rows down, and the child's off-key jubilation inspired Sophie to blow the girl a kiss as she and Emma sang along. By the time a needle pulled some thread, Sherilyn found herself singing right out loud with the rest of them.

Mid-verse, the lights dimmed and the velvet curtain began to rise. Sophie squealed with glee, and Emma led her to her seat before dropping into the one between the two of them.

"She's adorable," Sherilyn whispered, handing Emma a drink to share with her aunt.

"She loves musicals," Emma replied, taking a handful of popcorn and plopping it into her mouth. "And she loves to sing. She starts little flashmobs wherever she goes."

Sherilyn giggled, tearing open the box of Milk Duds.

"Don't let Aunt Soph see those," Emma whispered, pushing down Sherilyn's hand. "She'll lose her dentures."

One hundred seventy-some minutes later, Sophie and Emma had sung at least three songs straight through without missing a single word, enticing Sherilyn to join them for the last few very-soprano bars of "Climb Every Mountain." By the time the film ended, she secretly wished they could watch it again, from fade in to fade out.

"See?" Sophie asked her as they made their way through the lobby. "He's a fox, isn't he?"

"He is indeed," she said with a chuckle. "You sure can pick 'em, Sophie."

"There's a little coffee place down on the corner," Emma told her as she buttoned Sophie's coat at the door. "We usually go there for tea after."

"Sounds great."

The three of them walked slowly, arm-in-arm with Sophie in the middle, just as flakes of snow began to fall.

"Oh, look, Emma Rae!" Sophie cooed. "The Lord is dusting us with powdered sugar."

As they both tilted back their heads and opened their mouths, catching snowflakes on their tongues, Sherilyn fought back the tears threatening to betray the overwhelming wave of emotion crashing over her. Memories of her mother had faded over the years, but
The Sound of Music
had brought her back like a freight train. Sherilyn yearned for her mother just then, so much so that her stomach constricted and her heart pinched at her chest. Emma's relationship with Sophie, the sweetness and the childlike adoration, took that yearning to a new height.

"What's up?" Emma asked her, leaning around her aunt, and Sherilyn closed her eyes and shook away the emotion.

"I'm just missing my mom so much right now."

"Let's go and see her then," Sophie suggested, and Emma shook her head. "Why not? Is it too late?"

"Sherilyn's mom passed away a long time ago, Aunt Soph."

Sophie stopped in her tracks, pulled free of the two of them, and she faced Sherilyn. "Is that true?" she asked.

"Afraid so."

"You haven't had a mama?"

"Not since I was a kid."

"And your papa?"

"He died when I was in college."

Sophie thought about that for a long moment before she replied, "Well, that's just not right. But you're part of our family now, aren't you?"

"Yes, she is!" Emma declared.

"Thank you," Sherilyn whispered, and she planted a kiss on Sophie's cheek. At the same time, Emma took her hand and squeezed it.

"Emma Rae, you'll remind me tomorrow, won't you?"

"Remind you what, Aunt Soph?"

"To add our Sherilyn to the will. She'll want one of the family quilts. Won't you, dear?"

Sherilyn didn't know how to respond to that. She darted a glance at Emma, then back to Sophie.

"Of course you will. It gets very cold in Savannah."

She mimed at Emma. "Savannah?"

Emma just tilted her shoulder into a shrug and smiled.

"Come on. Let's get inside for some tea."

"Must we?" Sophie asked as Emma led her through the door to the coffeehouse. "It's snowing. I love the snow."

"I know you do."

As Sherilyn caught up to them, Emma told her, "Help me keep an eye on her or she'll sneak outside to make snow angels."

Homing in on the last few words, Sophie brightened as she exclaimed, "What a marvelous idea! Let's do, Emma Rae! Let's make snow angels!"

"How about we have some tea first?" Sherilyn suggested, taking the woman's arm and leading her toward a table near the fireplace.

"All right. Tea sounds lovely."

Emma thanked her with a squeeze to her arm before she headed up to the counter.

Once she'd helped Sophie out of her coat and the two of them settled down at the table, Sophie tilted her head and asked, "What's your beau's name?"

"My beau?" Sophie reached across the table and tapped her engagement ring. "Oh! Andy. His name is Andy."

"Do you love him terribly?" she said with a wistful smile.

"Yes, I do."

"Oh, that's wonderful. Isn't love grand?"

"It is."

"I want to meet him soon, all right, dear?"

"I'd love for you to meet him, Sophie. I think you'll really like him."

"When will you marry?"

"We haven't set the date yet, but we've started planning."

"You should have Emma bake your cake. She's very good at baking."

"Yes," Sherilyn chuckled. "She really is!"

"I love weddings, don't you?" Sophie looked at her through such childlike eyes, and Sherilyn's heart softened. "Will I receive an invitation?"

"Absolutely! It wouldn't be much of a celebration without you there, Sophie."

"I know! I'll bring you the something borrowed. Emma Rae will remind me. I want to do that. May I?"

"Of course."

"Although you really already have the something borrowed, don't you?"