Still three months earlier
When I’d first seen Kate in that pub three months ago, I hadn’t intended on approaching her. Liam had recently got in touch with me to ask me to attend his wedding, and I’d been a bit overwhelmed with seeing family I’d not been around since we’d been kids.
Liam and I hadn’t seen each other since he’d been a short, skinny kid, while his sister had just been a baby. Now his sister was in college, a young woman, while Liam was marrying a gorgeous, intelligent woman. Lucky bastard.
That evening, I’d sat down at my usual table, nursing a beer, when I’d seen Kate enter the pub. I’d met Liam and Mari earlier that day, but I’d yet to meet the rest of the wedding party. It hadn’t occurred to me that Kate was Mari’s sister when I’d seen her. She didn’t look much like her: where Mari was red-haired and tall, but Kate was dark-haired and average height.
Kate came inside the pub, laughing at something on her phone, her hair in a braided bun on top of her head. S
