"Mom, what am I supposed to call her now?" Amy looked across the table at Marion, nudging her head to the other side of the restaurant and shrugged at her mom.

Marion narrowed her gaze and shook her head, "I'm not sure I understand, Amy. She's still Lisa, even if she's now married to your grandfather."

"I guess it's kinda weird still," Amy shrugged, pulling at the sage green dress she was wearing. "It feels strange to wear a dress."

Raising an eyebrow at her daughter, Marion chuckled and nodded, "Hmm, yes, not the usual jeans and cowboy boots you are used to wearing. You look very pretty, and I like your hair piled up like that." At the mention of wearing a dress, Marion smoothed down her dress, one Lisa had given her free reign to pick. It was navy blue and hugged her in all the right places, simple, classy, elegant, what Marion never identified herself as being, but what Lisa totally was. Marion, too, felt a little out of place in a nice French restaurant, wearing a lovely navy dress with heels, but the occasion called for it. Lisa had splurged on their dresses, hair, and nails; it had been fun to dress up for once, especially to celebrate such a big event. It wasn't every day that your dad married one of your very best friends-thankfully, that is, because as wonderful as it was, it was a bit odd, she knew, but looking across the restaurant at the small dance floor where her dad and Lisa were laughing as they danced, Marion couldn't help but smile. He was happy. Lisa was happy, and wow, that was an amazing thing.

Marion turned her attention back to Amy and gestured toward Jack, "Your grandfather looks really happy. I mean, look at him-where do I start? He's in France, something neither of us would have ever bet he'd do. He's remarried as of an hour or two ago, again something I never believed would happen. He's enjoying himself in a French restaurant, which yes," she gestured to their plates, "does serve steak at least, and then, as we both know, he's married a much younger woman-odd, maybe, but like I said," she waved her hand again at them, "look at them."

"I know," Amy nodded with a small smile. "Grandpa and I talked about Lisa the other day. It's not that I don't like her. I love her, but it's strange. So, she's still just Lisa? I don't have to call her something?"

Marion tilted her head and nodded, "She's still Lisa. I know you're asking if she is your grandmother, and no one can replace her. Believe me, I know, but Lisa is going to be around for a very long time. You call her whatever makes you comfortable, and if that is Lisa for the rest of her life," Marion shrugged, "that's just fine. We all know Dad is much older, and down the road," she sighed with a sad smile, "you can be the adult spoon feeding Lisa and me since we're almost the same age. Speaking of weird," Marion leaned forward with a grin at Amy, "you can just call her Lisa, your grandpa's wife, but I technically would have to introduce her as my stepmom," she grimaced with a grin. "So strange since we are about the same age."

"Yeah," Amy laughed as she took a bite of the cake there on her plate. They didn't say more because Lisa had made her way back to the table, smiling brightly at them. She put her hands on the back of her empty chair as she stood there, her new rings sparkling against the light.

"Amy," she gave a nod and smile to her before she continued, "your grandfather said he would like to dance with you."

"Ahh, I don't dance-"

"Don't worry," she smiled and gestured toward the dance floor where Jack had disappeared to freshen up. "He said you would say that and said it didn't matter. He'd teach you. Now, we all know," she looked between Marion and Amy, "how much Jack doesn't enjoy getting out to things like this-dancing especially, so please appease him while he's in a good mood."

"Okay," Amy gave a soft shrug as she stood. She pointed at her mom, "Just don't laugh at me."

"Absolutely will not," Marion waved her hands. "Promise, any laughing here is the two of us talking."

"I believe that," Amy grinned and started walking toward Jack. "Grandpa is back."

With Amy's exit, Lisa sunk down into her chair, letting out a long sigh as she did. She grinned at Marion as she shook her head, "I can't believe we got married today. It's surreal."

"Except it isn't," Marion grinned at her friend and now relative, leaning toward her. "You really look beautiful." Lisa had a dark taupe knee-length dress, swearing to Amy and Marion that she didn't want something too "bridal" even for her own wedding, espeically with a simple wedding at the town magistrate. The dress was gorgeous, just darker than her skin tone, but had a lace overlay that looked very feminine. She'd topped it off with ridiculously high heels that now she was stretching out on Jack's chair to rest.

"My feet are killing me, but it's been a good day."

"Just a good day?" Marion raised an eyebrow. "Wow, I wonder what a great day is."

"You know what I mean," Lisa swatted at her. She met Marion's gaze and reached over to pat her hand, "I'm really, really glad you could be here, that Jack suggested this, and that you and Amy were willing to come."

"Well of course we would come!" Marion exclaimed. "You know, France is pretty amazing, and who wouldn't come to her stepmom's French villa?" She grinned at Lisa, and Lisa groaned, dropping her head as the two laughed.

"Touche, you're going to enjoy calling me that, aren't you?"

"Oh, all the time. I can't wait to drop that in front of Val when we are back home."

At the mention of one of their least favorite people, Lisa looked at Marion and bit her lip, "I hadn't thought a thing about her-"

"Good."

"I suppose she will have some choice words for this," Lisa sighed.

"Who cares? She's horrible. You won."

Lisa shook her head, "This wasn't a competition for me."

"I know, but to Val, it was, and she'll see it as a defeat, which is just perfect."

Lisa waved her hands and shook her head, "Let's not talk about Val, please, not on my wedding day. Thank you, though," she leaned toward Marion, "for coming and for standing up with me."

"Umm, hello, I was there for my dad," she said in jest, grinning at Lisa, and they both started to laugh again. "Really, I'm glad we could come and spend a few days here. January in France is way better than in Hudson. Amy and I loved seeing your horses race yesterday, and second place for a first race is amazing."

"I'm glad you could all be here too. It was nice having family join me. I'm usually alone at those things, especially in France. On occasion, Dan is in town, but I'm not thrilled when I have to hang out with him."

"Well, I should be thanking you, Lisa," Marion sighed. "You've made Dad so happy. Like I keep saying, whatever you are doing, keep it up and don't tell me," she said before she burst out laughing. "I love that you are in our family now. This is so great, and I can't wait until we are all back in Hudson. Maggie is going to flip, and I know she's aware of all of this, but we won't tell anyone else back in Hudson. That's news for you and Dad to share, but a girls' night is in order when you get back."

"Absolutely, and I will very much look forward to that."

"Ahh, just since we're here and," she looked around and saw Jack and Amy now at the bar getting some water, Marion leaned in, "things are going well with Tim. I mean, I told you that he is watching the ranch for us, which Dad can just deal with. He reacted better to that news when I told him the plan, but really, as much as he doesn't want to trust Tim with the ranch, he knows Tim will do a good job. Tim's a good cowboy, and," she blushed, "he's trying hard to redeem himself with me, really hard."

"Ahh," Lisa said quietly and nodded. "So, more serious?"

"Moving that way," Marion explained. "You know it's complicated, and I'm trying to be smart, but he was over at the house the other evening. Don't worry-" she put her hand on Lisa's. "He went home, but pretty late. Amy is around and all."

"Yes, well, you have been treading lightly, and I know that's hard. I don't discuss this with Jack and won't, just so you know. I remind him that I'm torn and don't want to betray either of you."

"I appreciate that. I really do. So, yes, a girls' night is definitely in order when you get back. Much to discuss, but that brings me to something else."

"What?" Lisa narrowed her gaze, giving her a perplexed look.

Marion reached down under the table and pulled out a large tote. She grinned at Lisa and handed it over.

"What's this, and how did I not see it?"

"I had it in the car earlier and brought it in with us for dinner. You were a little preoccupied," she said with a raise of her eyebrow, and Lisa blushed with a nod. "I'm cool with you ignoring me today, but at home, Dad and I have to be able to share you."

"Promise," she laughed, accepting the tote bag. "What is it?"

"Well, you can unzip it, but there are two wrapped gifts in there," and Marion sat forward putting her hand out on Lisa's arm. Lisa looked up when she did this, and Marion gestured, "Those are from Maggie and me, for you, only you," she paused and made a face, "fine, I can't believe I'm saying this, but for you but for Dad to enjoy. Open later, please."

"Oh gosh," Lisa blushed, and Marion shook her head.

"Just something classy, not trashy," she grinned. "Promise. I really had trouble buying you something," she burst out laughing, "but I kept telling myself this was for my dear friend. I just don't want to know."

Lisa bit her lip and nodded, finally eyeing Marion, "Let's just not mention to Jack who this is from, eeh?"

"Completely on board with that," Marion grinned again. "I mean," she gestured at her, "it's your wedding, and you should have something nice to wear even if it's for my dad," she dropped her head in a groan. "I'm done talking about it."

"Thank you," Lisa reached over and squeezed Marion's hand. "I know this is awkward but hope it will ease as we all get used to this. I'm very happy to be part of this wonderful family and look forward to many, many years with all of you. It's exciting," she shrugged, "you know, that you and I do have this special bond."

"Agree, and for that," she nodded to the tote that Lisa was now putting down beside her chair, "as awkward as it was, I told myself you are still a woman, even younger than I am, and like I said," she rolled her eyes, "just keep up whatever you are to keep Dad happy."

"I will," Lisa smiled and gripped Marion's hand.

"Ahh, what are you two up to over here?" Jack and Amy walked up behind them, Jack squeezing Marion's shoulder as he did. He eyed the women, "Do I dare ask?"

"I'm glad you're back, Dad," Marion said, pulling an envelope from under her plate. "I wanted to give this to you and Lisa," she gestured for him to sit, and both he and Amy did. "This is from Lou. She insisted I take care of this since she couldn't come." She handed the envelope over, and Lisa passed it to Jack, gesturing at him.

"She's your granddaughter," Lisa flashed a smile at Jack. Amy looked at Marion and then to Jack and Lisa. "Mom, it's a card?"

"Just open it," Marion nodded at them, and Jack did just that. Lisa leaned over to read the card.

"A stay at a bed and breakfast?" Jack read and raised his eyebrows at Marion, groaning as he shook his head. "I don't know, Marion-"

"Hold on," Marion held up her hand. "It's something Lou is really excited about for you and Lisa. She's really sad she can't make it, and I told her this was not necessary, but you know Lou. She did a lot of research in the area, and this is just down by the beach. It's a small bed and breakfast, but Dad, you should love this part. It's run by a Canadian who now lives here, so she speaks English and has breakfast foods you would enjoy. Lou ran all of this by me. It's a gift, a wedding gift for you and your bride," she smiled brightly. "Go, enjoy, tonight and tomorrow night. Amy and I leave the morning you would check out-"

"Exactly, I don't want to abandon you in a strange place-" Jack offered.

"Mom, I'm going to go use-" Amy gestured and didn't even finish, stepping away from the table while they were all discussing this sweet gift from Lou.

"Dad, Amy and I will be just fine. Ahh, we have a French villa to enjoy, and we've been here a couple of days already. She and I are looking forward to exploring on our own, and you two," she waved and smirked at Jack, "can have some privacy. I mean, Lisa's place is great, but it's pretty small, not great for a couple just married."

Jack's face reddened, but he didn't say anything. Lisa dropped her head, and she was trying to hold back her laughter, but not well. Marion jumped in again, "You know I'm right. Go and enjoy. It's just down by the beach. Have some seafood, walk, relax. Lou really wanted to do this."

"Jack," Lisa tilted her head and smiled at him, and with that, Jack sighed and groaned, nodding.

"Okay, fine," he put his hands up in defense. "I do know Lou, and I know she means well even if this isn't my idea of fun."

"Well, I'll just go by myself," Lisa glanced at him, "if it's so horrifying to go with me."

"That's not what I meant," he sighed. "It's very thoughtful, and yes, we'll go."

"You're good," Marion gave a nod to Lisa with a smirk. "You just had to give him that look of yours and oh, hte way you drop your voice," she nodded. "You definitely have Dad's number." Lisa beamed at the compliment.

"What look?" Jack eyed Marion.

"The look," Marion nodded back at Jack. "You can't resist her or that look, and the way she says Jack when she wants you to do something," she burst out laughing and gestured to Lisa. "Oh, I am impressed. You've got him."

"I do," Lisa said with a bright smile, wrapping her hand around his arm. She patted it and nudged him with her shoulder, "We'll have a good time. It's two nights, and as Marion said, she and Amy have their own free time to explore and not be tied down with us and this impromptu wedding."

"Although I have enjoyed all of it, the shopping-our dresses, finding a wedding band for Lisa-oh, Lisa, keep working on him about a wedding band-"

"I'm not getting one," Jack waved his hand. "End of discussion."

"I told you I was okay with that," she patted his arm again. "I know you don't want to wear one-"

"-but it doesn't change how I feel about you or that I am happy and proud to be married to you."

"You know, Lisa," Marion leaned in and lowered her voice, "from what I've seen, those who won't wear a wedding band have eyes for other women. It's a way to attract women, no wedding band."

"Really?" Jack huffed at her and waved his hand. "I'm your father. You know me better than that."

Lisa and Marion exchanged glances and burst out laughing. Marion patted herself on the back, "Yes, Dad, I do know you and know that I love messing with you. It's silly you won't wear a wedding ring for Lisa, but your wife is okay with it, so whatever. I wouldn't be okay with it."

"Anyone remotely interested in Jack would run for the hills the second they saw him in his truck. That thing is not a babe magnet," Lisa turned to Jack and flashed a fake smile at him.

"What's wrong with my truck? Here we go, you two ganging up on me already. It was bad before when you weren't related, now here we go."

"You truck is horrid," Lisa shook her head. "Feathers and probably dead things in there, and I don't just mean the truck. That truck needs to retire to the truck graveyard, but you love it, fine."

"It's bad, Dad. Lisa's right-total deterrent from a date, so yeah, you should be fine without a wedding ring. What was I thinking? You're old anyways. How you snagged Lisa, I'm still not sure."

"I'm not even going to comment with the way you two have insulted my truck. Can't wait to get back to that beautiful machine. Purrs like a kitten," he said with a shake of his head.

"If it even runs," Lisa huffed, flashing another fake smile at Jack when he glared at her. Changing the subject, Jack picked up the card from Lou again to study it.

"Well, if we have this bed and breakfast to get to, should we get going? How far away is it?"

"Only about 20 minutes," Marion told him. "I looked it up, and yes, we should get going. You can drop Amy and me at the house, grab some clothing, and go. Relax, enjoy, and don't tell me anything you do there."

"Marion!" Jack sighed. Lisa shook her head, first at Marion and then at Jack before she gave him a small smile.

"She's going to keep it up you know, the more you react."

"She's done that for 46 years," he smirked. "Now, let's find Amy. This has been a great afternoon and evening. Going home with a wife," he winked at Lisa. "Steaks were delicious. Company was the best," he smiled at his wife and daughter. "Even enjoyed the dancing. Now," he stood and gestured for Lisa to stand as he held her chair, "ladies, let's get out of here. Seems as we all have things planned for these next few days."

"And soon," Marion smiled warmly at them, "we'll all be back home and trying to adjust to this new normal."

It was almost two hours later before Jack and Lisa were checking into their bed and breakfast gift from Lou. Both still had on what they had worn all day, Lisa in her beautiful dress, her hair partly clipped back with cascading curls. Jack had told her twice now that she looked even younger than she was with her hair up like that. Lisa had loved it too, and while it was a style she found flattering, it had taken her hair stylist forever to do, and Lisa didn't plan to do this often. She glanced at Jack as he walked beside her, carrying their bags, just small overnight type bags, and smiled at him when he looked over at her. He looked so handsome in that suit she'd bought him, convincing him to leave his cowboy look behind at her house for the evening. His facial hair was neatly trimmed for their big day, something she really appreciated, and she'd asked Jack if he had slicked back his hair, which he bashfully had told her yes. He took her breath away; he was incredibly handsome to her. Now, as they reached the door, Jack gave a nod to Lisa while she held it for him.

"Here goes nothing."

"Oh, stop," she sighed, nothing that his general attitude was not incredibly attractive. "You're acting like this lovely getaway is a prison sentence."

"Well," he smirked, leaning in to kiss her cheek before stepping inside, "I did get married today. Isn't that what they say, a prison sentence."

"Oh good lord. You are on a roll. Go," she waved. "Let's get to our room. My feet are killing me. It's been a long day, albeit a lovely one," she said with a nod of her head, "but I am too old to be wearing heels like these."

"Let's remember that in the winter when you wear those insanely high heeled boots too. Here we go," he nodded and stepped inside. Lisa followed, closing the door behind him. The two were greeted with a small foyer with a check-in desk. He stepped up to the desk and rang the bell.

"Very quaint," Lisa commented under her breath. "At least it has a nautical theme here on the beach."

"Are you planning to walk on the beach tonight? I'm not sure I'm up for it."

"No," she patted his hand. "I'm not either."

"Hello!" The two snapped their heads to the doorway where a plump, short woman was walking toward them, a huge grin on her face as she stepped behind her desk area. "And who might you be? I have two rooms still to check in for the night." She opened her book, and Jack spoke as she did.

"Jack Bart-"

"Jack Bartlett and yes," she glanced up at them, cutting off Jack before he even fished his name. "And Lisa Stillman," she glanced at Lisa with a nod, looking back to Jack. "Oh dear, I spoke to your granddaughter who just wanted to pay for your room. I don't have a two-bed room available. She didn't mention you and your daughter were traveling together."

"She's my wife," Jack, horrified, hooked his thumb at Lisa, and she caught his eye with a small smile, enjoying hearing Jack call her his wife.

"Oh, my, I am so sorry," she sighed as she shook her head. "I thought-"

"You thought he was old, and I'm not," Lisa blurted out, shrugging with a smirk. "Happens, but yes, we're married." Jack caught her eye, and she knew that look, the one that said not to elaborate or let this woman know they'd gotten married just hours earlier.

"Yes, the trip here is a gift from my granddaughter."

"Right, of course," she nodded. "My apologies. She was delighted to find this place, oh, and that's right! You two are from Canada, Alberta, right?"

"We live in Alberta, yes," Lisa stated. Jack sighed, and she reached out to calm him with her hand on his arm. Lisa caught the woman studying them and smiled at her, "Ahh, our room? We're both ready to get off our feet."

"Of course," she turned and reached for a key. "Let's get you two settled. Follow me."

"Oh, if you just point us to the room-"

"Nonsense! I adore my job and guests. I'm here for anything you need. Don't you two worry," she turned with a warm smile. "You will love all the personalize attention here, so let's get you settled."

Lisa bit her lip, and Jack leaned down to her ear, "Why do I already know this is going to really annoy me?"

Lisa flashed a smile at Jack and whispered back to him, "Let's remember the alternative is be back at the house with your daughter and granddaughter sharing a bathroom, small rooms, no space, all of that," she paused and gave him a smirk, "the day we get married. So, Cowboy, buck up and settle in here or would you prefer that, to go home and have your daughter smirking at our every movement?"

Jack considered what Lisa had said and immediately snapped his head up to speak to the woman, "So, where's this room?"