“Is this hard for you?” Eric took a moment to consider his question. He liked to consider every question before answering. “A little. Maybe. Not that I’m not happy for Scott, but I’ve been thinking about my own wedding, I guess.” The teasing sparkle was back in Carter’s eyes. “You can remember back that far?” “Shut it.” “I forget. Was Holly a war bride? Was she your nurse after the Germans shot you?” “All right, I’m going home.”
