Four-Karat Fiancee. Sharon Swan

for him to celebrate his big win. As to what Amanda would choose to wear for the wedding, he had no idea. It was a pretty good bet, though, that it would be something the fancy magazines called “stylish.” Which meant the last thing he wanted to do was look like a small-town hick when they stood together in front of a judge. Maybe he’d never spent much time in a really big city, but he could look as though he belonged in one if he had to.

      “You wouldn’t be following Dean Kenning’s example and sneaking off for a hot date, would you?” The question came right along with an amused glint in Roy’s eye.

      Dev had to chuckle, low in his throat. More than a few of the town’s citizens had often suspected that the bachelor barber had done more than buy lottery tickets for Jester’s longtime players when he’d made his weekly trips to Pine Run.

      “I’ll leave the hot dates to Dean,” Dev said, and didn’t miss the way Roy’s gaze abruptly turned probing.

      “Seems to me you haven’t been doing any dating lately.”

      Dev sipped his coffee. “Maybe I’m saving myself for a good woman.”

      “A good woman?” Roy threw his head back and roared. “You’re gonna have me splitting my sides if you keep talking like that.”

      “Don’t laugh too hard,” Dev advised, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to plant a few seeds before the news of the wedding got around. It probably wouldn’t do Amanda’s chances of getting custody any good if the real reason behind the marriage became general knowledge. “I just might think it’s time to change a few of my habits when it comes to the female half of the population,” he added.