Page 18 of Wrong Number Right Cowboy
Or her wedding day.
What mattered most to me was not wasting another daynotbeing Boone’s wife. When we hit our one-year anniversary, we plan to do a vow renewal and throw a big party out at the ranch.
But today is all about my baby sister.
“We could have had a double wedding,” Sammie says.
“And take the spotlight away from you? Not a chance, sweetie.” I lightly grip her bare shoulders in the closest thing I dare to a hug. “This is your day, and I don’t want to hear a single thing more about it.”
There’s a knock at the dressing room door.
“It’s time,” a voice calls.
“You ready?” I ask Sammie.
“More than ready.”
I turn around before Sammie can discover that my shiny eyes. We both wish Mom could be here today, but we’ve already cried a good deal over it. I don’t want to ruin her makeup again. Besides, we know Mom’s watching from above, so happy that both of her daughters have found the loves of their lives.
“You okay?” Boone asks when I meet him in the hallway. He offers me his arm, and I loop mine through his.
“Yeah, just?—”
“Missing your mom?” he asks, his voice low to keep the question private.
“Yeah.”
He presses his lips to my temple. “She’s here you know.”
“I know. Now can you please not make me cry? I’ve had to fix my makeup three times already today.”
“I know what’ll put a giant smile on your face,” he says, his voice a low growl against the shell of my ear that has my entire body tingling with want.
“We don’t have time,” I hiss in reply, though I can’t seem to hide my smile. If only we could sneak away… But the wedding party is due to walk down the aisle in less than two minutes.
“We will after they say I do,” he adds. “Until then, you can just use your imagination to try and figure out all the ways—and places—I plan to make you come.”
“God, I love you, Boone.”
“Not half as much as I love you, Sunshine.”
