“Oh, thank you.” Kerri’s relief was palpable. “We shouldn’t be long. I never realized a puppy could be such hard work. Or how fast those little paws could dig or run.”
“Yes, but they’re so cute!” Jenna searched through her frame assortment for ones to match the couple’s outgoing personality. Maybe the black one. “Plus you get amazing welcome-home greetings and unconditional love.”
“Sounds like you want a puppy.”
“I thought about getting a dog two years ago after my wedding was canceled, but decided against one.” A pet was more than she could afford then. Maybe when she was out of debt . . .
“Speaking of canceled weddings, I saw Claire Conway this morning at the bakery.” Kerri sounded worried, the way all of them had been about the physical therapist. “Maybe she should get a dog so she won’t be so lonely.”
Jenna’s chest tightened, a mix of sadness and empathy for her former client whose groom had called off their upcoming wedding because he’d fallen in love with someone else. “How is she doing?”
“Hard to tell. She looks tired. Not at all like her normal bubbly self.”
“She needs time to deal with what happened and sleep.” Jenna hadn’t slept through the night for months after being jilted at the altar during her wedding rehearsal. Tears had flowed like Sweetwater Creek after a rainstorm. Smiling hurt, as if her facial muscles were attached to her aching heart. “It’ll be tough for a while.”
She let go of the black frame. Too thick. Fanciful design, but a lighter color would suit Kerri and Michael better.
“Claire said you returned her nonrefundable deposit.”
“Least I could do.” Jenna had been destroyed emotionally and financially by her breakup. She was still paying off the wedding-that-didn’t-happen debt. “When I went through this, more than one person told me that God had a plan. I didn’t believe them. Turned my back on everything, on Him. But thankfully had a change of heart.”
“And found Sweetwater Community Church.”
“That’s right.” The church felt like a second home now, and Jenna’s friends had become family with hers so far away. “My faith grew stronger after the breakup. My life changed for the better. I’m grateful for that. Something I never imagined happening at the beginning. I pray the same thing happens to Claire.”
“There’s always a plan.” Kerri’s voice lightened. Her puppy frustration disappeared. She sounded like she was smiling. “Not yours or mine, but His.”
“Couldn’t agree more.” That was why a never-worn wedding dress hung in the back of Jenna’s closet, a reminder that relationships weren’t always as wonderful as they looked through her viewfinder. “If I fall in love and want to get married again, I’m eloping. That was my parents’ advice the last time since plane tickets weren’t in their budget and my brother was deployed. Should have listened.”
Kerri laughed. “That’s funny coming from a wedding photographer.”
“Maybe.” Jenna pulled out a scalloped white frame. This would work better than the darker one. She placed it against the table, then grabbed a brown frame. “Though I’d better find a date before I start talking about another wedding.”
“Does that mean you’re ready to be set up?”
“No.” The word flew from Jenna’s mouth faster than a moth dive-bombing a lit candle. She nearly dropped the frame on the floor. Her heart was still on sabbatical. “Thanks, but I’m not ready for blind dates.”
Jenna had faith that God would bring her the right guy. One who believed in her and loved her unconditionally. Until then, she had to be patient and trust in God’s plan for her. The last thing she wanted was a repeat performance of what happened with her ex-fiancé. No more rushing into a commitment.
“Maybe not, but I’ve never heard you mention the d-word,” Kerri teased.
D-word. Date.
Jenna’s skin prickled. Her stomach spun like she’d ridden the Tilt-a-Whirl at the fair. Nope. Not ready yet. And that was okay. No matter what anyone else said.
“Uh-oh.” Worry returned to Kerri’s voice.
“What’s wrong?”
“The blow dryer stopped. Better find out what’s going on.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
The call ended. Jenna placed the brown frame next to the white one she’d selected, then double-checked the list of shots. Formal portraits and fun ones without Peaches would come first. Then puppy madness photography would ensue.
Most ideas would come to Jenna during the session, but she planned ahead to make sure she didn’t miss anything. One time, early in her career, failing to get a picture of the bride with her parents had taught Jenna the importance of lists.
A knock sounded.
Kerri and Michael couldn’t have arrived that quickly. A client must be here to pick up prints. Sometimes they didn’t call ahead of time if they knew their package was ready.
Jenna crossed the studio, stepped into the small foyer, and opened the door.
Her heart slammed into her ribcage like a battering ram against a fortress gate. Her world tilted sideward. She clutched the door handle, as if it were a lifeline.