Page 9 of The Bull Rider & the Wedding Planner

Her stomach did a happy dance. She clenched her hands into fists and looked away.

“How long have you all been married?” she asked Marci and Walker, needing to break the spell Easton could weave over her with that look and a line of song.

Marci gazed up at her husband with hero worship, expecting him to answer.

“Little over a month,” Walker said, shifting his weight.

“Forty-two days,” Marci corrected, elbowing him.

“Every day is so incredible I lose track,” Walker said.

Cassie’s eyes widened. She’d always liked Walker, but she’d never known him to gush or even be overly flirtatious.

“Ah, that’s better,mi amor.” Marci cuddled into him. “I can’t wait to hear all about you and your beautiful daughter.” Marci turned to Easton and Presley. “Hello, angel girl. I’m Marci Coleville and this is my husband Walker.”

“You’re all a Colevilles?” Presley asked, clinging to Easton’s shoulder and looking miniscule held in one brawny arm. “You lucky. My prince cowboy Easton is a Colevilles.”

Marci’s eyes sparkled. “Yes, he is. Can I tell you somethingincredible, Presley?”

“Yes, please.”

“Your Easton and my Walker are twin brothers.”

“Twins?” Presley looked from Easton to Walker. “I thought twins was exact same.”

“Not exact, but very close. Even I can mistake them from the back or side,” Marci said. “Two of the best men on earth.”

“Thank you, sister Marci.” Easton grinned and winked at her.

“I thought I was the very best,” Walker whispered to his wife, but it carried through the night air.

“Oh,mi vaquero guapo, you know no one compares to you.”

They started whispering and kissing and then Walker swept her off her feet and against his broad chest. He carried her into the darkness of the trees close by.

“Oh, my,” Presley said in a very grown up tone. “They are smoochy!”

“It’s cringy but bussin’ at the same time, Princess Presley.” Easton held Cassie’s gaze, and a tremor raced through her. She and Easton had been like that, unable to stop whispering to each other, unable to keep their hands off each other.

Her spine stiffened. Not anymore. He couldn’t keep his hands off hundreds of other women. Her stomach churned just thinking about all the photos of other women she’d seen online—in his arms, kissing him, on his horse, in his truck … disgusting.

She strode toward him and Presley, holding out her arms. “Let’s get inside, love. It’s chilly out here.”

Presley cuddled into Easton’s muscular shoulder. “I want Easton.”

Cassie had no idea how to respond or what to think about this. Back in Syracuse, Presley loved and trusted her daycareMama and Pops, an older couple who adored her, and many of their friends from church, but she’d never latched onto a man like this, scared of her own father. Marci didn’t like the idea of Easton worming his way into her daughter’s heart and then breaking it clean in two.

“The princess is no cap brilliant in knowing who the ideal male specimen is,” Easton said in his usual teasing tones.

“The princess is easily persuaded,” Cassie shot back. But the problem was, Presley wasn’t.

“It slaps to escort the most beautiful princess and her tantalizing mother into the party,” Easton announced.

“Don’t think you can worm your way into my heart through my daughter,” she whispered to him.

Presley unfortunately overheard. “Easton’s not wormy,” she protested. “He’s the best.” She clung to his neck and glared at her own mother.

“Glaze me all you want, Princess Presley.” Easton gave Cassie a smug smile. “From the mouth of angels.”

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