"No kidding involved," Amy James said, and though she was smiling, the petite, blonde owner of Alaska's Treasures tour company looked like she wasn't taking no for an answer. "I'm so glad you've chosen to move back to Treasure Creek and open a wedding-planning business. It is going to be a wonderful addition to the town. I know I'm springing this on you, and probably before you've even unpacked your suitcase. I'm desperate, though. This is a family tour that I feel needs a woman guide assisting the lead guide."

Bethany couldn't believe her ears. Her plane had landed barely an hour ago—and yes, her bags were still packed. She'd been in such a hurry to get outside and not waste any of the precious Alaskan daylight that she'd simply slid them inside her hotel room and hurried outside. She'd been stopped several times by acquaintances who were as excited to see her as she was them. Seeing her old friend Amy coming toward her lifted her spirits even higher. But help lead a tour? This was the last thing she had expected to hear from Amy. She hadn't led a tour in years. The idea was kind of tempting, however, opening her wedding-planning business had to come first.

"Amy," she said, feeling bad, "I'd like to help, but I have to put finding a spot to open my store first."

Amy smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Got that covered already. There's a space that opened up around the corner from The General Store just off of Main Street. It's just the cutest, quaintest storefront, with personality plus. I can see your name on the window rig