Page 167 of Lavender Lake
“Future husband. Does that mean a wedding is imminent?”
“Notimminent. But maybe in the distant, near future.”
“That’s an oxymoron. And Dad won’t stand for it, you know. He’ll want you to get married ASAP.”
“Cas will be glad to hear that,” I muttered. “But this is my choice and I won’t be roped into it before I’m ready.”
“Hmm. Just to make sure, we’d better ask Muddy to hide Dad’s shotgun.”
“You’re really not mad at me?” I asked.
“I’m really not mad at you.” She took my hands in hers. “And I love you so much for not wanting to steal my thunder on my wedding day.”
“Even though I did it anyway . . .”
“Hmm. No, Amber did that. When she dropped the secret baby bomb.” She frowned.
“What?”
“How did she know? About you and Cas?”
“I have no idea,” I admitted.
“We should probably get back to my wedding and face the music.”
“Or at least see how bad Wyn kicked Amber’s ass.”
Hadley laughed. “And they say nothing happens in small towns.”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
The Ranch
Hadley looked around the wedding tent. “I don’t see Declan or Bowman.”
“Or Muddy,” I added.
“The three of them are at the house,” Poet said.
Wyn sat in a folding chair as Poet attempted to tidy Wyn’s hair. “It’s no use, girl. I can’t fix this without hairspray and prayer.”
“Leave it,” Wyn said, batting Poet’s hand away from her head.
“At least let me get the leaves out,” Poet muttered.
Wyn ate her slice of cake as Poet tended to her. “God, this is good.”
“You didn’t kill her, did you?” I demanded.
“I didn’t even get my hands on her,” Wyn stated. “I tripped and went down. By the time I got up, she was nowhere in sight.”
“Probably for the best,” Hadley said. She looked at the mobile bar and yelled, “Wade!”
“Yeah, Hads?” he called back.
“I don’t want any liquor left when the day is done, understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he called back.
