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she took an opposite chair.
    Vanessa lifted her head, her eyes shaded by dark sunglasses. “Not a problem,” she mumbled back. “God, I drank way too much last night.”
    The waiter placed two glasses of water on the table and gave them both a curious glance.
    “Gingerale, two.” Annessa didn’t bother asking her sister about food.
    Obviously distressed by their appearance, he scurried away.
    “Pizza wasn’t the best choice,” Vanessa grumbled.
    “No,” Annessa agreed. “Where on earth did you get those glasses?”
    “Dane. The sunlight speared my eyeballs.”
    “What a guy,” she drawled.
    This time, the waiter returned with two more glasses and a sympathetic smile.
    “Thank you,” Vanessa told him. She sucked down half before he left the table.
    Annessa took a long pull from her straw, somewhat comforted when the bubbles danced in her stomach.
    “So, Ness.” Vanessa peeled the shades from her eyes and laid them on the table. “Was I totally wasted, or did Casey help Travis crash the party last night?”
    “Casey was there.” All six feet, four luscious inches of him .
    “Did you show him your tattoo?”
    “No.”
    “But he saw it.”
    Annessa twirled the straw around in her glass. Damn that twin spidey-sense. Well, except when she used it. “What makes you so sure?”
    “I do remember you shot tequila most of the night, mostly because I did too. And, dear sister, I wasn’t the twin dancing on the catwalk in my pretty pink french-cut bikini panties. Casey saw that tattoo.”
    “Dane has ruined you.”
    “Don’t change the subject.”
    Okay, so her sister was almost right. “Yes, he saw it.”
    “Last night?”
    “Cripes, Van! Just stop at he saw it .”
    “Nope.” She finished her drink and signaled their waiter. “I want details.”
    Annessa waited to respond until after the waiter brought two more bubbling remedies. “He asked me when I added his name.”
    “Not why ?”
    She paused at Vanessa’s question. Come to think of it, he hadn’t asked why . Cocky sucker.
    She shook her head in response.
    “And you said …?”
    “When I learned to shoot tequila.”
    Vanessa cackled like the Wicked Witch of the West and then choked on her Gingerale.
    “Touche.” Annessa handed her a napkin. “I was truthful, Van. That tattoo hurt like hell.”
    “He saw it this morning, huh?”
    Annessa frowned. “Did you come home last night?”
    “No. Travis mentioned Casey stayed over.”
    “Really? Travis, Tarzan himself, told you that?”
    “Swear. I’m pretty sure he’s figured out the situation between you and Casey.”
    Annessa scowled. “There is no situation between me and Casey.”
    “Yet.”
    “Never.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Seriously, been there, done that. Never again.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “I’m too hung-over to argue. Can we talk about your wedding?”
    “I want to ask you something first.” She gave her sister a hard glare. Vanessa must’ve read the warning signal in her eyes. “Not about Casey.”
    “Okay, then what?”
    “Have you ever thought about moving home?” She sighed. “I miss you terribly.”
    For the very first time in a very long time, Annessa considered telling Vanessa the one deep, dark secret she buried in her heart. She was so homesick she couldn’t swallow without nausea crowding her stomach. Yet, she wasn’t entirely sure coming home would cure what ailed her. Especially now.
    “I miss you too but my career is in Los Angeles.”
    Her sister slid a hand across the table and grasped hers. “I know you’ve worked hard to build your client base, Ness, but you could bring your career here. We’re not far from the coast.”
    Annessa took a minute to consider her sister’s suggestion. Although Seaside Point, Georgia supported Vanessa’s bakery, the small town didn’t have much need for a wedding planner. However, Mourning Dove Harbor, the neighboring town approximately twenty minutes away, would offer prime opportunity. With her contacts in Los