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“It’s wonderful!” Kate exclaimed, and hugged her as they both shed a few happy tears.
“Adam knows, right?” Kate asked, reaching for the box of tissues on the nightstand.
“Yeah. He knows.” Holly’s sweet smile assured Kate that Adam had taken the surprise news well. “He’s going to tell his brothers and Grif today, but no one else for now. I wanted to keep it our own little secret for a little bit longer.”
Kate’s heart swelled, and she set a hand on Holly’s still flat belly. “Wow,” she murmured. “We’re procreating.”
“I know, it’s crazy, but . . .” Holly covered Kate’s hand with her own. “I’m so happy,” she whispered. “I almost feel guilty about it. I just want everyone around me to have this kind of joy inside. I want it for you, Kate.”
Kate pulled her hand back with a laugh. She’d just spent the past few years raising her siblings and her father. She wasn’t in a hurry for the walk down the aisle, the white picket fence, or the white stick with the two blue lines. “Let’s just concentrate on you today.”
“Works for me.” Holly hugged Kate again, tight. “But you’re next.”
Kate hugged her back, not sure whether that felt like a comfort or a possible nightmare.
* * *
An hour later an impatient Griffin stood at the far side of the top of the dam, studying what he assumed was Kate’s “place.”
It was beautiful, he could admit. Tucked away, off to the side, he could see her sitting here, looking down at the water, needing a minute away from her busy world.
He backtracked from there, following the route she would have taken earlier, stopping inside the park at the empty bench. He pulled out his phone and called Kel, an old friend and also a local sheriff. “Well?” Griffin asked him.
From the moment Kate and Holly had vanished into the ranch house to do wedding stuff, he, Adam, and Kel had gone looking for Larry, checking out his usual haunts. They’d made good time, even with Adam stopping to tell Grif about Holly being pregnant.
He was going to be an uncle.
“I was just going to call you,” Kel said. “We found him. He was at the animal center. Dell had gone in to feed the horses and found the guy sleeping on the front porch.”
Dell was Adam’s brother. The two of them, along with a third brother, Brady, ran Belle Haven, the local animal center. “Did you ask him about the park and Kate?”
“Says he can’t remember if he was at the park today. But he did ask about the ‘cutie-pie second-grade teacher.’ His words,” he said when Grif got ominously silent. “He can’t remember her name.”
“He’s got a fixation on her?” Grif asked.
“He’s got a fixation on pretty, shiny things. We found a bag of screws and buttons and loose change on him.”
“You holding him?”
“For what, being a bum?” Kel asked. “No, I’m not holding him. And I don’t think he’s dangerous.”
“You willing to stake Kate’s life on it?”
Kel was quiet a moment, and it didn’t take a shrink to know that he felt Grif was overreacting.
But Grif never overreacted. He reacted, and he damn well wanted other people to start reacting along with him, especially as it pertained to Kate’s safety.
“I called Kate myself,” Kel finally said. “She doesn’t want to pursue this. And when I mentioned your concern, she said . . .”
“What?” Grif demanded. “She said what?”
Kel hesitated, and when he spoke, Grif got the feeling that he was fighting amusement. “She said that your concern was misguided and misplaced, and that you should mind your own business.”
Grif disconnected and headed back to the ranch. He got out of the truck and walked toward the house, still annoyed. He was minding his business. She was his business. And when the f**k he’d decided that, he didn’t have a clue. But he wasn’t going anywhere until he believed she was safe. And if that meant staying in Sunshine a few days longer, sharing her with her grubby, obnoxious second graders, her siblings, her dad, and hell, the whole damn town since everyone loved her, so be it.
Adam beat him to the front door carrying a wedding banner and a nail gun. “Muttering to yourself is the first sign of mental illness.”
Grif flipped him off.
“That’s anatomically impossible and politically incorrect.”
“I’d mess up that pretty face of yours,” Grif said, “but you’re getting married today.”
Adam smiled. “You’re afraid of Holly.”
“Hell yeah.”
Adam chuckled and rolled out the WELCOME TO THE CONNELLY WEDDING banner. He raised the nail gun and fingered the trigger but nothing happened.
“Shit,” Dell said, coming up behind them. “You don’t know what you’re doing with that thing.”
“Sure he does,” Grif said. “It’s a nail gun, not a condom.”
Dell cracked up, and Adam gave Grif a shove. Then they put up the banner, and Dell went to deal with the caterer.
Adam looked at Grif. “You okay?”
Grif let out a low laugh and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Whatever it looks like, yeah.”
“We’ve all got her back, man. You know that. But if it helps, I don’t think Larry’s dangerous. Nothing’s going on.”
Grif nodded. Nothing was going on. Nothing at all. Except for whatever the hell he was feeling for Kate. “Don’t you have a wedding to get ready for?” he asked. “A pretty-boy tux to put on?”
Adam grinned and hooked an arm around Grif’s neck. “What I’m wearing, you’re wearing, pretty boy.”
* * *
The wedding preparations were a whirlwind. Kate worked to make sure that the church and reception were set up just as Holly wanted. After the ceremony, they would all move back to the ranch for pictures and the reception.
Setting up the tables, she caught sight of Adam and Griffin building a gazebo. From across the yard, Griffin met her gaze. He said something to Adam and then came close. He was in jeans and a black sweatshirt with his hood up over his ever-present baseball hat. He pushed the hood off and removed his dark sunglasses.
“Wow,” she said. “Almost full disclosure.”
His eyes were so very serious. “Adam says Larry was found sleeping at the animal center this morning,” he said.
“Oh good.” Kate put a hand to her chest. “I was worried about him.”
“He asked about the ‘cutie-pie’ teacher.”
Kate smiled. “Aw. Me?”
Griffin pulled something from his pocket and set it into her hand.
Mace.
“I want you to carry this when you run.”
She looked down at the small canister and then up into his eyes, which were focused unwaveringly on hers. He was absolutely resolute on this. “I’m okay,” she said to him.
“And you’ll stay that way. Do you know any self-defense at all?”
“Yes. Jade once taught me how to poke a guy’s eyes out with a pen. And I’ve got the standard kick to the family jewels move.”
“Always effective,” he agreed. “You’ll be careful.”
“It’s my middle name,” she said.
“Thanks for driving me home last night.” He pulled her sunglasses from his pocket and handed them over. “These were a big hit with Adam.”
Remembering how he’d still managed to look seriously badass even in cheap neon green, she smiled. “You really feeling better?”
“Yes.”
She searched his gaze, but he was good at hiding when he wanted to. She could learn a lot from him. At the thought of all that she might learn, she got one of those little tingles that he always seemed to invoke by just standing there. She could only imagine what would happen if they took this thing to bed.
“Kate,” he said, his eyes heating as he clearly read her thoughts. “You have to stop looking at me like that.”
“Why?”
“I’ll take advantage of you,” he said, no hesitation.
This caused another tingle. She wouldn’t mind him taking that kind of advantage of her . . .
“We’re not going there, Kate.”
“That’s not what your kisses say.” And then before he could respond to that, she walked away.
* * *
An hour later Kate, Holly, and the other bridesmaids met at the church to get ready together. Jade, the most sophisticated of the group, did their makeup. Lilah kept everyone in stitches recounting the trials and tribulations of running the town kennel. As a bonus, Miranda managed to keep most of her snark to herself. When they were all finished, they stood around a huge mirror staring at their reflections.
“Wow,” Kate said reverently. “Holly, you look amazing.”
Holly’s eyes got misty, and she ran a hand along her stomach, a motion Kate knew she was the only one in the room to understand the implication of. “I don’t want to forget a minute of this,” she whispered.
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful bride,” Miranda said, and mostly redeemed herself in Kate’s eyes.
“Never,” Kate agreed.
Holly hadn’t taken her eyes off herself. “You all need to stop saying nice things. My makeup is too perfect to cry now.” She waited a beat. “Okay, don’t stop it.”
They all gushed some more, shed a few happy tears in spite of their makeup, and then Holly smoothed her dress one last time and smiled. “So, any last-minute advice, girls?”
“Make sure to train him from the get-go,” Lilah said. “Toilet seat down.”
“And he should sleep in the wet spot at least half the time,” Jade said.
“And don’t let him contort your body into a position during sex so that your stomach pooches and your boobs end up in your armpits with your ankles near your ears,” Miranda said. “That’s just not flattering for anyone.”
Everyone stared at her for one awkward beat.
“Um, thank you,” Holly finally said. “That’s good advice.”
Kate’s cell rang. It was Ashley. “Dad’s lost his keys.”
Kate rushed over there to pick them up. Her dad was waiting for her on the porch. “Sorry,” he said. “You look beautiful. I hope that sometime soon it might be my turn to walk my little girl down the aisle,” he said.
She gave him a hug, and he squeezed her tight as Ashley showed up, wearing a miniskirt and skimpy tank top.
“No,” Kate said, pointing to the stairs. “You’ve got three minutes to add many, many more acres of clothing, or you’re going to get left behind.”
“When I go off to college, you won’t be the boss of me anymore.”
“Don’t tease me.”
Ashley stomped back up the stairs.
Kate looked at her dad.
He shrugged. “She doesn’t listen to me.”
“She would if you actually said something.”
Her father winced in guilt, and Kate felt her own stab of the same emotion. “I know you don’t like to upset her, but she’s an alien right now. You upset her by breathing, we all do, so you might as well put your foot down and mean it.” Then she eyeballed Tommy from head to toe. By some miracle, he appeared to have used both shampoo and a brush. He looked adorable in his khakis and button-down shirt—which was dark brown so as to cover any possible stains because there were surely stains. “Your shoes are on the wrong feet,” she said.
Tommy looked down at himself.
Kate waited.
But Tommy just scratched his head. “But I don’t have any other feet.”
“Fair enough,” Kate said. “Let’s go.”
She drove them to the church, which was full and buzzing with warm vibes, soft music, and the hushed excitement that always came before a wedding.
Kate was in the waiting alcove with Holly and the others when she caught sight of the groomsmen showing guests to their seats. Griffin was one of them. She’d seen him in his army camo. She’d seen him in jeans. She’d seen him in a variety of clothing. But nothing beat seeing him in a tux.
Well, except for when he wore nothing at all . . .
* * *
The ceremony was beautiful, from the music to the flowers to the wedding party itself. Kate watched Griffin standing tall at Adam’s side, his hair growing out of the military buzz cut, those miss-nothing eyes and that carefully blank face scanning their surroundings.
What was it like, she wondered, to have been so hardened, so honed into a lean, mean fighting machine that you could hide your every emotion?
Or did he just not have emotions?
No, she knew he did. She saw them when he dealt with Holly in an easy, affectionate way. Or when he looked with frustration at his father.
Or when he’d kissed her . . .
Yeah, there’d been a wealth of living, breathing, one hundred percent pure emotion under his surface. He was just entirely too good at keeping it all to himself most of the time.
Adam and Holly had written their own vows. By the time Adam took Holly’s hand and looked deep into her eyes as he recited his own words in a firm, steady voice, there wasn’t a dry eye in the place.
Except for Griffin. Kate knew he loved his sister, knew he was a good brother, but he was standing there like he was carved out of granite. She stared at him from a view gone blurry with her own tears, longing in a way she didn’t understand. What was it about this one man that reached out and grabbed her by the throat? Why him?
“Adam knows, right?” Kate asked, reaching for the box of tissues on the nightstand.
“Yeah. He knows.” Holly’s sweet smile assured Kate that Adam had taken the surprise news well. “He’s going to tell his brothers and Grif today, but no one else for now. I wanted to keep it our own little secret for a little bit longer.”
Kate’s heart swelled, and she set a hand on Holly’s still flat belly. “Wow,” she murmured. “We’re procreating.”
“I know, it’s crazy, but . . .” Holly covered Kate’s hand with her own. “I’m so happy,” she whispered. “I almost feel guilty about it. I just want everyone around me to have this kind of joy inside. I want it for you, Kate.”
Kate pulled her hand back with a laugh. She’d just spent the past few years raising her siblings and her father. She wasn’t in a hurry for the walk down the aisle, the white picket fence, or the white stick with the two blue lines. “Let’s just concentrate on you today.”
“Works for me.” Holly hugged Kate again, tight. “But you’re next.”
Kate hugged her back, not sure whether that felt like a comfort or a possible nightmare.
* * *
An hour later an impatient Griffin stood at the far side of the top of the dam, studying what he assumed was Kate’s “place.”
It was beautiful, he could admit. Tucked away, off to the side, he could see her sitting here, looking down at the water, needing a minute away from her busy world.
He backtracked from there, following the route she would have taken earlier, stopping inside the park at the empty bench. He pulled out his phone and called Kel, an old friend and also a local sheriff. “Well?” Griffin asked him.
From the moment Kate and Holly had vanished into the ranch house to do wedding stuff, he, Adam, and Kel had gone looking for Larry, checking out his usual haunts. They’d made good time, even with Adam stopping to tell Grif about Holly being pregnant.
He was going to be an uncle.
“I was just going to call you,” Kel said. “We found him. He was at the animal center. Dell had gone in to feed the horses and found the guy sleeping on the front porch.”
Dell was Adam’s brother. The two of them, along with a third brother, Brady, ran Belle Haven, the local animal center. “Did you ask him about the park and Kate?”
“Says he can’t remember if he was at the park today. But he did ask about the ‘cutie-pie second-grade teacher.’ His words,” he said when Grif got ominously silent. “He can’t remember her name.”
“He’s got a fixation on her?” Grif asked.
“He’s got a fixation on pretty, shiny things. We found a bag of screws and buttons and loose change on him.”
“You holding him?”
“For what, being a bum?” Kel asked. “No, I’m not holding him. And I don’t think he’s dangerous.”
“You willing to stake Kate’s life on it?”
Kel was quiet a moment, and it didn’t take a shrink to know that he felt Grif was overreacting.
But Grif never overreacted. He reacted, and he damn well wanted other people to start reacting along with him, especially as it pertained to Kate’s safety.
“I called Kate myself,” Kel finally said. “She doesn’t want to pursue this. And when I mentioned your concern, she said . . .”
“What?” Grif demanded. “She said what?”
Kel hesitated, and when he spoke, Grif got the feeling that he was fighting amusement. “She said that your concern was misguided and misplaced, and that you should mind your own business.”
Grif disconnected and headed back to the ranch. He got out of the truck and walked toward the house, still annoyed. He was minding his business. She was his business. And when the f**k he’d decided that, he didn’t have a clue. But he wasn’t going anywhere until he believed she was safe. And if that meant staying in Sunshine a few days longer, sharing her with her grubby, obnoxious second graders, her siblings, her dad, and hell, the whole damn town since everyone loved her, so be it.
Adam beat him to the front door carrying a wedding banner and a nail gun. “Muttering to yourself is the first sign of mental illness.”
Grif flipped him off.
“That’s anatomically impossible and politically incorrect.”
“I’d mess up that pretty face of yours,” Grif said, “but you’re getting married today.”
Adam smiled. “You’re afraid of Holly.”
“Hell yeah.”
Adam chuckled and rolled out the WELCOME TO THE CONNELLY WEDDING banner. He raised the nail gun and fingered the trigger but nothing happened.
“Shit,” Dell said, coming up behind them. “You don’t know what you’re doing with that thing.”
“Sure he does,” Grif said. “It’s a nail gun, not a condom.”
Dell cracked up, and Adam gave Grif a shove. Then they put up the banner, and Dell went to deal with the caterer.
Adam looked at Grif. “You okay?”
Grif let out a low laugh and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Whatever it looks like, yeah.”
“We’ve all got her back, man. You know that. But if it helps, I don’t think Larry’s dangerous. Nothing’s going on.”
Grif nodded. Nothing was going on. Nothing at all. Except for whatever the hell he was feeling for Kate. “Don’t you have a wedding to get ready for?” he asked. “A pretty-boy tux to put on?”
Adam grinned and hooked an arm around Grif’s neck. “What I’m wearing, you’re wearing, pretty boy.”
* * *
The wedding preparations were a whirlwind. Kate worked to make sure that the church and reception were set up just as Holly wanted. After the ceremony, they would all move back to the ranch for pictures and the reception.
Setting up the tables, she caught sight of Adam and Griffin building a gazebo. From across the yard, Griffin met her gaze. He said something to Adam and then came close. He was in jeans and a black sweatshirt with his hood up over his ever-present baseball hat. He pushed the hood off and removed his dark sunglasses.
“Wow,” she said. “Almost full disclosure.”
His eyes were so very serious. “Adam says Larry was found sleeping at the animal center this morning,” he said.
“Oh good.” Kate put a hand to her chest. “I was worried about him.”
“He asked about the ‘cutie-pie’ teacher.”
Kate smiled. “Aw. Me?”
Griffin pulled something from his pocket and set it into her hand.
Mace.
“I want you to carry this when you run.”
She looked down at the small canister and then up into his eyes, which were focused unwaveringly on hers. He was absolutely resolute on this. “I’m okay,” she said to him.
“And you’ll stay that way. Do you know any self-defense at all?”
“Yes. Jade once taught me how to poke a guy’s eyes out with a pen. And I’ve got the standard kick to the family jewels move.”
“Always effective,” he agreed. “You’ll be careful.”
“It’s my middle name,” she said.
“Thanks for driving me home last night.” He pulled her sunglasses from his pocket and handed them over. “These were a big hit with Adam.”
Remembering how he’d still managed to look seriously badass even in cheap neon green, she smiled. “You really feeling better?”
“Yes.”
She searched his gaze, but he was good at hiding when he wanted to. She could learn a lot from him. At the thought of all that she might learn, she got one of those little tingles that he always seemed to invoke by just standing there. She could only imagine what would happen if they took this thing to bed.
“Kate,” he said, his eyes heating as he clearly read her thoughts. “You have to stop looking at me like that.”
“Why?”
“I’ll take advantage of you,” he said, no hesitation.
This caused another tingle. She wouldn’t mind him taking that kind of advantage of her . . .
“We’re not going there, Kate.”
“That’s not what your kisses say.” And then before he could respond to that, she walked away.
* * *
An hour later Kate, Holly, and the other bridesmaids met at the church to get ready together. Jade, the most sophisticated of the group, did their makeup. Lilah kept everyone in stitches recounting the trials and tribulations of running the town kennel. As a bonus, Miranda managed to keep most of her snark to herself. When they were all finished, they stood around a huge mirror staring at their reflections.
“Wow,” Kate said reverently. “Holly, you look amazing.”
Holly’s eyes got misty, and she ran a hand along her stomach, a motion Kate knew she was the only one in the room to understand the implication of. “I don’t want to forget a minute of this,” she whispered.
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful bride,” Miranda said, and mostly redeemed herself in Kate’s eyes.
“Never,” Kate agreed.
Holly hadn’t taken her eyes off herself. “You all need to stop saying nice things. My makeup is too perfect to cry now.” She waited a beat. “Okay, don’t stop it.”
They all gushed some more, shed a few happy tears in spite of their makeup, and then Holly smoothed her dress one last time and smiled. “So, any last-minute advice, girls?”
“Make sure to train him from the get-go,” Lilah said. “Toilet seat down.”
“And he should sleep in the wet spot at least half the time,” Jade said.
“And don’t let him contort your body into a position during sex so that your stomach pooches and your boobs end up in your armpits with your ankles near your ears,” Miranda said. “That’s just not flattering for anyone.”
Everyone stared at her for one awkward beat.
“Um, thank you,” Holly finally said. “That’s good advice.”
Kate’s cell rang. It was Ashley. “Dad’s lost his keys.”
Kate rushed over there to pick them up. Her dad was waiting for her on the porch. “Sorry,” he said. “You look beautiful. I hope that sometime soon it might be my turn to walk my little girl down the aisle,” he said.
She gave him a hug, and he squeezed her tight as Ashley showed up, wearing a miniskirt and skimpy tank top.
“No,” Kate said, pointing to the stairs. “You’ve got three minutes to add many, many more acres of clothing, or you’re going to get left behind.”
“When I go off to college, you won’t be the boss of me anymore.”
“Don’t tease me.”
Ashley stomped back up the stairs.
Kate looked at her dad.
He shrugged. “She doesn’t listen to me.”
“She would if you actually said something.”
Her father winced in guilt, and Kate felt her own stab of the same emotion. “I know you don’t like to upset her, but she’s an alien right now. You upset her by breathing, we all do, so you might as well put your foot down and mean it.” Then she eyeballed Tommy from head to toe. By some miracle, he appeared to have used both shampoo and a brush. He looked adorable in his khakis and button-down shirt—which was dark brown so as to cover any possible stains because there were surely stains. “Your shoes are on the wrong feet,” she said.
Tommy looked down at himself.
Kate waited.
But Tommy just scratched his head. “But I don’t have any other feet.”
“Fair enough,” Kate said. “Let’s go.”
She drove them to the church, which was full and buzzing with warm vibes, soft music, and the hushed excitement that always came before a wedding.
Kate was in the waiting alcove with Holly and the others when she caught sight of the groomsmen showing guests to their seats. Griffin was one of them. She’d seen him in his army camo. She’d seen him in jeans. She’d seen him in a variety of clothing. But nothing beat seeing him in a tux.
Well, except for when he wore nothing at all . . .
* * *
The ceremony was beautiful, from the music to the flowers to the wedding party itself. Kate watched Griffin standing tall at Adam’s side, his hair growing out of the military buzz cut, those miss-nothing eyes and that carefully blank face scanning their surroundings.
What was it like, she wondered, to have been so hardened, so honed into a lean, mean fighting machine that you could hide your every emotion?
Or did he just not have emotions?
No, she knew he did. She saw them when he dealt with Holly in an easy, affectionate way. Or when he looked with frustration at his father.
Or when he’d kissed her . . .
Yeah, there’d been a wealth of living, breathing, one hundred percent pure emotion under his surface. He was just entirely too good at keeping it all to himself most of the time.
Adam and Holly had written their own vows. By the time Adam took Holly’s hand and looked deep into her eyes as he recited his own words in a firm, steady voice, there wasn’t a dry eye in the place.
Except for Griffin. Kate knew he loved his sister, knew he was a good brother, but he was standing there like he was carved out of granite. She stared at him from a view gone blurry with her own tears, longing in a way she didn’t understand. What was it about this one man that reached out and grabbed her by the throat? Why him?
