Page 8 of The Bull Rider & the Wedding Planner

The man turned with his arm around the lady and Cassie glimpsed none other than Easton’s twin. “Walker,” she breathed out, relieved it wasn’t Easton with the gorgeous lady and delighted to see Walker. He, Rhett, and Houston had been her favorite guys throughout high school, besides Easton.

Walker and the lady’s eyes darted to her and Presley standing in the shadows. “Cassie,” Walker said warmly, ushering his lady friend toward them.

“Cassie?” the woman cried out, her gaze darting from Cassie to Walker and back again. “TheCassie?”

Oh, no. How did Walker’s girlfriend know her name?

Walker nodded.

“Oy!” the lady exclaimed. “Es muy perfecto. I’m Marci, dear friend, and I’m so thrilled you’re here,” she said, clapping her hands together and then turning to Walker and kissing him.

Cassie looked away from their moment as Presley giggled. “They’re kissing.”

The driver came around the front of the truck, his gaze zeroing in on Cassie.

“Easton Coleville!” Presley cried out, darting at him.

Oh, no. This had the making of a disaster. Presley’s nightmare of a father had made her cautious around men, but not Easton apparently. He’d won her heart with a few kind words, his devastating smile, and peek-a-boo. No woman but her could resist him. Not even her daughter.

“Princess Presley. This is lit!” Easton scooped Presley off the ground, tossed her easily into the air, and then caught her in his arms as she laughed.

“The plot thickens,” Marci said dramatically.

Easton gave Marci a warning look of sorts. She pretended to button her lips, but then she turned to Cassie and immediatelystarted talking. “Cassie Johnston. I’ve wanted to meet you for the longest time.Tu eres muy bella.”

Easton’s gaze was warm yet wary as her daughter clung to his neck, oblivious to the undertone.

“How do you know who I am?” Cassie asked, her pulse quickening. Had Easton been talking about her with Walker’s girlfriend or wife? She really should’ve kept up on some of the Coleville Montana gossip, but she’d asked Daisy, Rose, and Lily shortly after Easton had stormed away at the wedding and blocked her number to please not tell her anything about home and to not tell anyone but their mama about her.

“You’re the new wedding planner. Here to save the day, no?” Marci beamed at her even as Cassie’s hopes plummeted. That was silly. She had no hopes regarding Easton Coleville. He wasn’t even paying her any attention. He was dancing with Presley, singing her a country song, spinning circles and dipping her down low.

Singing her a country song. Cassie’s heart raced. Did Easton sing for every girl now? It had been their special thing. Or so she had thought. Now she feared nothing had been special about her and Easton. Still, watching him sing and dance with Presley was the most endearing thing Cassie had ever seen.

How was she going to stay strong and resist him?

Chapter

Three

It took a concerted effort,but Cassie wrenched her gaze from Easton and Presley and focused on Walker and his lady. “Yes. I’m here to plan the double weddings.”

“Ah,muy bien. Christmas weddings. It’s going to be so romantic.” She leaned into Walker.

“If you’d wanted a Christmas wedding, maybe you no cap shouldn’t have eloped days after meeting Walker,” Easton teased, taking a short break from his dancing and singing.

Walker and Marci were married? Did Easton have any desire to settle down now that his twin and best friend was married?

For a moment her heart leapt, but she knew better than to hope for that. Easton was the ultimate player. He would never grow up and accept responsibility. He even talked like the teenagers from their church back in Syracuse.

“Oh, you.” Marci waved a hand at him. “You just ask Walker how happy he is we eloped.” She winked at her husband.

Walker pulled her closer and whispered something in her ear that made her grin.

Cassie had never felt so happy for someone and so awkward at the same time. Walker deserved every happiness, but the newlyweds were over the top.

She met Easton’s gaze. He was still dancing and singing to Presley, who was obviously in heaven, but his blue eyes locked in on Cassie’s and lit up the dark night.

She couldn’t miss the words, “‘It’s you I’ve been looking for …’” by Brice Lewis.

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