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carrying her upstairs and not stopping until he’d placed her on the couch.
    “Tris,” she said as he sat beside her. He reached down and grasped her feet. “What are you doing?”
    “Paying you for all your hard work.”
    “Isn’t payment usually in the form of money?”
    He grinned. “Do you want money?”
    “No.”
    “Good, then you’re getting a foot rub.” He quickly slipped her shoes off, gripping her right foot firmly in his palm, squeezing gently at first. He suspected she’d intended to refuse his offer, but when he increased the pressure on the ball of her foot, she groaned with relief and threw her head back.
    He reached behind her, placing a pillow against the arm of the couch. “Lie down,” he commanded, relieved when she did so without argument.
    “I cannot believe how good that feels.”
    “Haven’t you ever had someone rub your feet before?” She shook her head.
    She wouldn’t have. Lane never asked anyone for anything, never wanted to put anyone out.
    They sat quietly for several minutes and he worked his hands along the sore muscles in her feet. She sighed and he grinned, wondering if she’d fallen asleep when her eyes drifted shut. How would she react if he moved his massage up her legs and under her skirt?
    She dispelled that thought by speaking. “Your sister and Sky Mitchell look happy together.”
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    “They are. Sky’s a pretty decent guy. Actually, both my older sisters have been lucky in love.”
    “That’s right,” she added. “You said Keira is getting married in a couple of months.”
    “Yeah and it can’t come soon enough for me,” he grumbled.
    Lane laughed. “Wedding planning?”
    “It’s nuts. I’ve never seen grown women spend so much time debating such stupid shit. Pink or purple flowers in the bridesmaids’ bouquets. Chicken or beef for the rehearsal dinner. Band or deejay at the reception. Christ. You would think they were plotting out designs for world domination rather than a silly party that will be over in five hours.”
    “Tris, I had no idea you were such a romantic,” Lane teased and he laughed.
    “Yeah, well, when I get married, I can promise you right now, it will be no muss, no fuss.”
    “Good luck with that.” Her tone was rife with sarcasm and he knew she didn’t think he had a leg to stand on.
    Then he realized she was right about his unlikely “no frills” wedding. If he were marrying her , he’d give her pink and purple flowers, chicken and beef, a deejay and a band. He’d teased Keira’s fiancé about his concessions on the wedding, calling the man whipped, but now that he thought about it, Will was the luckiest man alive.
    He wondered what Lane’s wedding had been like. She’d never mentioned it and suddenly he found himself hoping she’d gotten the day of her dreams. The marriage and the man may have failed her, but he silently prayed that for one day, one moment in time, she’d felt cherished, adored. She deserved that.
    As if she could read his mind, she answered his unspoken question. “I suppose I shouldn’t joke about your no-muss-no-fuss wedding. That certainly described mine.”
    “Oh?”
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    “James and I went to a justice of the peace. We coerced the couple getting married after us to stand in as our witnesses. After the ceremony, we went to an Italian restaurant and had spaghetti. Just the two of us.”
    “You didn’t mind that?”
    She shrugged. “It didn’t really matter where or how we did it. I don’t have any family and James is estranged from his. I would have liked to invite a few of the girls from work and some friends from high school, but James didn’t like the idea of spending a lot of money on ‘such foolishness’.” She punctuated the last two words with finger quotes, no doubt mimicking her prick of an ex. “Guess I should have seen the writing on the wall with that.” She laughed uneasily.
    His thoughts turned to her comment about family. She’d