They all frowned at that.
“I intend to show her differently.”
“Good,” Zeke grumbled.
“Charlie’s been family since the moment she stepped on this ranch,” Bear added.
Satisfaction filled him. Charlie might not have any blood relatives, but family could be a choice.
“What are you going to be doing?” Kent asked.
“Taking care of Charlotte.”
Kent gave a nod of satisfaction then stood and whacked his hand against Clint’s back. “We got this, brother.”
They better have. Charlotte deserved a magical wedding and he was going to give it to her.
5
She really did look like shit.
She studied herself in the bathroom mirror. Her skin was pale. There were dark smudges under her eyes. And her collarbones seemed more pronounced than they had a few weeks ago. Shit. Would she even fit her wedding gown? She was due to have her last fitting tomorrow. What was she going to do?
“Charlotte?” Clint called out, walking in with a frown. “What do you think you’re doing up?”
“I needed the toilet.”
His frown deepened. “You should have called out for me. What if you’d fainted again? You could have fallen and hit your head against the sink.” He shook his head. “Next time yell out for me.”
She turned to scowl at him. “Clint, I can’t call for you every time I need to use the toilet.”
“You can. I’ve cleared my schedule. I’m going to be taking care of you. And Little girls shouldn’t get out of bed without Daddy’s permission.” He ran a thumb over her cheek. “How are you feeling?”
She took stock. She felt like she’d been run over by a bus. But at least her sore throat hadn’t gotten any worse.
Yet.
“I’m all right.”
“Uh-huh,” he said skeptically.
“I can’t just spend the next few days in bed, Clint,” she said. “All the wedding stuff?—”
“I’ve got it all under control, little darling. Can you try to trust me and let me take care of things?”
“How can it be under control if you’re looking after me?” she asked.
“While you were napping, I roped in some help.”
“But the church?—”
“Kent’s on it.”
“The reception?—”
“Zeke and Eden.”
“All the stuff I need?—”