The boots were cute. Her hair was pulled back a little from the sides, but the curls were left in corkscrews over her bare shoulders. Thanks to Lacey’s self-tanning cream, they’d managed to mostly blend her tan lines with her darker skin, though she could still tell where they were, particularly around her neck. Oh well. Hazards of being a farm girl and she wouldn’t change that for anything.
Her makeup was perfect. The happy little bouquet of yellow and white flowers was on the bed behind her. Lacey was currently having her makeup done in the next room, and then Kailey would help her get dressed and calm the bride’s frayed nerves.
There was a lot to do. A crazy day during a manic time of year for ranchers. There was no reason at all for her to be thinking about Rylan.
But she was.
All the damn time.
Now she was wondering what he’d think of her in this dress and hating herself for it. Was it wrong that she hoped it knocked out his eyeballs? It would serve him right...
And then there was that niggling knowledge that she wasn’t entirely blameless in what had happened that night.
She turned away from the mirror and grabbed her bouquet. Might as well go to Lacey’s room and focus on getting the bride ready for her big day rather than fret about what couldn’t be changed.
She opened the door to the bedroom and nearly chucked her flowers as Rylan stood there, his fist poised to knock.
“What are you doing here?” she blurted out, and then let out the breath cramping her lungs. “Sorry. You just startled me.”
“Quinn and Duke sent me over. I’m supposed to pick up Mom and David and take them to the church, then come back for you and Lacey.”
“I thought Duke was going to do that.”
His expression changed, as if he was trying to look nonchalant but was hiding something. “They ran into a slight snag. And that’s all I’m going to say because I’m not equipped to deal with wedding-day drama. I’m to tell you that we’re just saying that Duke is driving Quinn and Amber, and I’m driving you two like one big happy family.”
He smiled at her. When he smiled at her that way she knew she’d agree to just about anything. She was such a weak woman where Rylan was concerned. Not that she’d tell him that. Like ever.
“Mum’s the word. I don’t know if Lacey is a nervous bride or not, but I’m not going to be the one to tempt fate.” Worried, she looked fully into his face, trying to read it. “You’re sure it’s nothing major?”
“Major is relative on wedding days. Quinn’s handling it. Don’t you worry. By the time we get to the church, it’ll be right as rain.”
“I’m going to trust you.”
“There’s a first.”
But the words were said in a teasing manner, not with an edge of sarcasm or hostility. She couldn’t help it, she grinned back at him and in that shared moment she was reminded all over again why she’d found him attractive in the first place.
“I’m about to check on Lacey. You can go chill for a bit. We’ll be ready soon.”
He checked his watch. “Schedule says I need to have Mom to the church in twenty-five minutes. Can you tell her to meet me downstairs in fifteen?”
“Of course.”
He turned to go back down the stairs and she got a good look at him. Black trousers and dress boots, a crisp white shirt and a tie. No jacket, but then he wasn’t in the wedding party either, and it was June. He’d had his hair cut, the hint of dark auburn curls that were usually at his temples and neck clipped off in precise lines.
He was gorgeous—even if she did secretly prefer the bits of curl that added a roguish look to his rugged face.
“Ry?”
He turned around. “Yeah? Did you need something else?”
She shook her head. “N-no,” she stammered. “I just wanted to say that, uh, you look nice today.”
“So do you, K. So do you.”
He threw her a wink and went down the stairs.
Kailey took a calming breath and opened the door to the master bedroom.
Lacey was sitting on a little stool in a lovely satin robe waiting to put on her gown. Her mom, Helen, was behind her, hooking a set of creamy pearls around Lacey’s neck. Lacey had the Duggan coppery hair, and right now it was pulled back in a lovely romantic top knot with a simple circlet of white flowers around it.
“Is there a blushing bride in here somewhere?” Kailey asked, stepping inside.
God, Lacey looked happy. Her cheeks were flushed but not unnaturally. She was simply radiant, and calm, and so, so sweet looking. Helen couldn’t stop smiling either. “We’re nearly ready. Just the dress and boots to go.”
“Kailey, you look beautiful. Thank you so much for doing this today.”
“Of course I’d be here. Don’t be silly.” She put down her flowers and moved to the closet to get the dress. Together she and Helen unzipped the garment bag and withdrew the soft material. Kailey draped it over her arm. “Okay, are you ready? I’ll unzip and you step in.”
It took no time at all for them to get Lacey zipped and hooked into the simple but stunning dress.
“Honey, you’re beautiful.”
“I know I said no to the whole veil thing, but you don’t think white is, well, you know...”
Kailey gave a little snort. “That whole wearing white thing has been out the window for years. So what if this isn’t your first trip down the aisle? We all know it’s your last.”
“Amen,” Helen said, taking Lacey’s hands in hers. “You’ve got a wonderful man in Quinn and a daughter to love now, too. I couldn’t be prouder of you, sweetheart.”
“Even though I’m here at the ranch?” Lacey looked troubled. “I know how you feel about the place, Mom.”
“Ranch life wasn’t for me, at least not without your father. But the nice thing about being an adult is being able to make your own choices. This is a good one. And I can tell because it’s written all over your face.”
Kailey’s nose stung a little, the emotion of the day getting to her a bit as Lacey and Helen hugged. She wasn’t sure if it was Carrie marrying Duke or Quinn finding Lacey or what, but Kailey had been chafing against her own life a little bit lately. Wanting more. Particularly since Colt had asked her that important question and then withdrawn it again once he’d understood how things would have to be.
She loved running the ranch with her dad. But she wanted her own life, too. Maybe... She bit down on her lip. Maybe even her own family. Colt had changed his mind because he’d wanted her to leave Gibson behind, and she couldn’t bring herself to say goodbye to the ranch and the business her dad, and now she, had built. He’d wanted her to choose him. And for Kailey it just wasn’t that simple.
But it had worked out for Quinn and Lacey, and Kailey was thrilled for them. “You just need your bouquet.” Kailey went to the box containing the flowers and withdrew them from the tissue. “These are so pretty, Lacey. And, Helen, your corsage is in here, too. Maybe Lacey could pin it on you.”
While Lacey did the honors, Kailey snapped a few pictures with her phone that she’d send Lacey later. Then she handed Helen the boutonniere for David and let her know her ride was waiting to take them to the church.
It seemed in no time at all and Rylan was back to take them to the ceremony.
“Wait, I thought Duke was picking us up?” Lacey frowned at the sight of Rylan unfolding his legs as he got out of the car.
Kailey could tell that Lacey was getting nervous. There was