his skin through his T-shirt. And he knew it as he felt the weight of her breasts pressed against him and as her pebble-hard nipples stabbed his chest. He knew it but he wanted to make that mistake with her. A hot, messy mistake with her naked skin sliding against his as he slipped between her legs and entered her wet, wanting body.
He pulled back and looked into her lazy gaze. His breath brushed her cheek as he struggled to pull air into his lungs like he’d just run a marathon. Her deep blue eyes looked up at him, open and honest and with nothing to hide. Not like him. He wasn’t open and honest and was purposely keeping important details of his life from her.
For the second time that day, the third time since he’d laid eyes on her, Nate moved away from the beautiful mistake he’d give his left nut to make.
Chapter 4
THE WEDDI NG OF Vince Haven and Sadie Hallowell was scheduled for seven p.m. beneath the yellow rose arbor at the JH Ranch. The temperature had dipped to eighty degrees, and close friends and family filled several rows of white chairs set up for the occasion.
At seven on the dot, Ginger Pratt and Margo Corrigan, from First Baptist on Third and Houston, struck up the music. The harp and violin drifted on a warm Texas breeze and the wedding planner motioned for the ring bearer, Vince’s young nephew Conner, to start down the aisle. Next, she waved for the bridesmaid and best man. Deeann took her cue and tucked her hand inside of the elbow of Blake Junger’s black tuxedo jacket. They stepped from the main house and started down the grassy path strewn with rose petals. Deeann’s blue chiffon dress fluttered about her knees and her red braid glistened in the evening sunlight.
Stella Leon Junger took a breath and let it out slowly. She wasn’t the one getting married, but her nerves made her stomach tight.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?”
Stella laughed and looked up at her sister. “No.” Sadie was stunning in her simple white gown and long veil tucked into the pearl comb Becca Ramsey had placed in her blond hair. “I just went.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. You have to go about every five minutes!” Sadie let out a rush of breath and puffed out the tulle in front of her face. “Sorry. I’m nervous.”
“I’m here with you.” Stella switched her bouquet of blue hydrangeas and white sweet peas and reached beneath her sister’s veil to take her hand. “I love you, big sister.”
Sadie looked down and squeezed her hand. “I love you, little sister.”
The wedding planner signaled them and the girls walked down the aisle, sweaty palm against sweaty palm, to Pachelbel’s Canon in D. The beautiful mix of violin and harp drifted on the slight breeze, and tears stung the backs of Stella’s eyes. It wasn’t just that she was pregnant and prone to sudden bouts of emotion. A year ago, she hadn’t known her life would be this good. In just twelve months, she’d found her sister and the love of her life.
Her gaze searched the front few rows, past Vince’s sister and husband and their two boys, to Beau. His gray eyes were filled with a look she recognized, the same combination of love and joy that filled her own chest.
The sweet smell of roses filled the air and her nose as she took her place beneath the arbor. Vince looked nervous, but sure. As Sadie promised to love Vince for the rest of her life, his sister, Autumn, softly wept from the front row. Her husband, Sam, wrapped an arm around her shoulders while he held his sleeping toddler in his free arm. His hand caressed her bare shoulder in a way that was both loving and familiar.
Then it was Vince’s turn to say his vows and Sadie’s turn to cry as he promised he would love and cherish her forever. He slid a nice-size diamond on Sadie’s finger, raised her veil, and kissed her for the first time as man and wife.
The ceremony was short and poignant. Afterward, Beau helped Sadie onto a four-wheeler and drove her to the
He pulled back and looked into her lazy gaze. His breath brushed her cheek as he struggled to pull air into his lungs like he’d just run a marathon. Her deep blue eyes looked up at him, open and honest and with nothing to hide. Not like him. He wasn’t open and honest and was purposely keeping important details of his life from her.
For the second time that day, the third time since he’d laid eyes on her, Nate moved away from the beautiful mistake he’d give his left nut to make.
Chapter 4
THE WEDDI NG OF Vince Haven and Sadie Hallowell was scheduled for seven p.m. beneath the yellow rose arbor at the JH Ranch. The temperature had dipped to eighty degrees, and close friends and family filled several rows of white chairs set up for the occasion.
At seven on the dot, Ginger Pratt and Margo Corrigan, from First Baptist on Third and Houston, struck up the music. The harp and violin drifted on a warm Texas breeze and the wedding planner motioned for the ring bearer, Vince’s young nephew Conner, to start down the aisle. Next, she waved for the bridesmaid and best man. Deeann took her cue and tucked her hand inside of the elbow of Blake Junger’s black tuxedo jacket. They stepped from the main house and started down the grassy path strewn with rose petals. Deeann’s blue chiffon dress fluttered about her knees and her red braid glistened in the evening sunlight.
Stella Leon Junger took a breath and let it out slowly. She wasn’t the one getting married, but her nerves made her stomach tight.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?”
Stella laughed and looked up at her sister. “No.” Sadie was stunning in her simple white gown and long veil tucked into the pearl comb Becca Ramsey had placed in her blond hair. “I just went.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. You have to go about every five minutes!” Sadie let out a rush of breath and puffed out the tulle in front of her face. “Sorry. I’m nervous.”
“I’m here with you.” Stella switched her bouquet of blue hydrangeas and white sweet peas and reached beneath her sister’s veil to take her hand. “I love you, big sister.”
Sadie looked down and squeezed her hand. “I love you, little sister.”
The wedding planner signaled them and the girls walked down the aisle, sweaty palm against sweaty palm, to Pachelbel’s Canon in D. The beautiful mix of violin and harp drifted on the slight breeze, and tears stung the backs of Stella’s eyes. It wasn’t just that she was pregnant and prone to sudden bouts of emotion. A year ago, she hadn’t known her life would be this good. In just twelve months, she’d found her sister and the love of her life.
Her gaze searched the front few rows, past Vince’s sister and husband and their two boys, to Beau. His gray eyes were filled with a look she recognized, the same combination of love and joy that filled her own chest.
The sweet smell of roses filled the air and her nose as she took her place beneath the arbor. Vince looked nervous, but sure. As Sadie promised to love Vince for the rest of her life, his sister, Autumn, softly wept from the front row. Her husband, Sam, wrapped an arm around her shoulders while he held his sleeping toddler in his free arm. His hand caressed her bare shoulder in a way that was both loving and familiar.
Then it was Vince’s turn to say his vows and Sadie’s turn to cry as he promised he would love and cherish her forever. He slid a nice-size diamond on Sadie’s finger, raised her veil, and kissed her for the first time as man and wife.
The ceremony was short and poignant. Afterward, Beau helped Sadie onto a four-wheeler and drove her to the
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