“You can’t exactly throw a stone anywhere in this town without hitting someone who thinks you two should be married. Or that it should have been Jesse’s ring on your finger instead of Brian’s,” her mom went on. “I don’t think that ship has sailed, sweetheart. I just think Jesse is moving slower than what even us Southerners would define as slow.” She frowned this time. “He refused to watch you marry Brian. The look on his face when he stormed out of the rehearsal dinner said volumes.”
