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He turned serious. “Aw, that’s great, Holly. I’m happy for you.”

Emotion wanted to choke her, but she swallowed it. “Thanks. I’m thrilled. I’m still so sad about Mrs. Hollister, but so relieved it wasn’t anything I did that caused her death. No mistake or?—”

He pressed a finger to her lips. “It’s a tragedy that we’ll think about forever, but we can pray for her family.”

“Absolutely. I’m so glad you and God are back on good terms.”

He laughed. “Yeah. It feels good. One more kiss, then I’m going to play with fire.”

“I’d say you do that on a regular basis,” Holt drawled from the open door.

Holly giggled, and her friends crowded into her living area and kitchen. “Time to light the grill.”

“Not without my kiss,” Andy said. “They don’t get to take that from me.”

She kissed him. A long, lingering cling to his lips that left her wanting to call the pastor and have him perform the ceremony immediately. Instead, she stepped away and gave him a light shove toward the small patio that held the grill. “Go.”

“I’m going, but I’ll be back.”

A gagging noise behind her spun her around. Holt was clutching his throat, but the grin on his face said he wasn’t in trouble. Medical trouble anyway. “Keep it up, Satterfield, and your steak might get more crispy than you’d like.”

The threat worked, and he immediately put on an innocent face. “Y’all are just the cutest couple ever.”

“That’s better. Now, you can go join Andy. My girls and I have a wedding to plan.”