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Then she looked over sharply at her husband. “Bernie, for God’s sakes, don’t play with your food. You know I hate that. Either commit or cover the plate with your napkin.”

I watched Bernie to see if he’d tell his wife to fuck off but I had the feeling—

Bernie nodded and picked up his napkin, covering the plate dutifully with it and then putting his hands in his lap.

Yep. It was just what I thought.

I looked down at my food uncomfortably.

I cut into my rosemary chicken. And my hand shook.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to lift the goddamned bite of chicken to my mouth.

Forcing my eyes shut, I dropped my fork back down to the plate and looked around the table, reaching instead for the glass of wine that had been poured for every place setting. But I swore I felt Mrs. Winston’s eyes on my uneaten bite of chicken. Which was fucking ridiculous.

When I tried to key back into the conversation, I could only focus on bits and pieces of what Charlie was rambling on about.

“The boys are doing such impressive work with the ranch… Yield of calves this fall was impressive for taking on the ranch so recently… Jer and Reece are lucky to work so close, they’ve never been separated their whole lives…”

It wasn’t true. Reece and I had been separated for six weeks once.

Six weeks that I never talked about to anybody.

Ever.

“Bernie,” Mrs. Winston’s harsh voice rang out. “Look what you’ve done now.” All eyes at the table zoomed in to watch her spit on her cloth napkin and then start to scrub at his tie where he had dripped some wine.

“I swear,” she laughed to everyone else at the table, “I can’t take this one anywhere. He’d tie his own shoes together if I wasn’t there to help.”

Bernie’s shoulders slumped as he submitted to his wife’s ministrations.

I shot up from the table, taking everyone’s gaze off of the humiliated Mr. Winston. “I think I will go get cleaned up after all. I apologize if that means missing the rest of this truly succulent meal.” I looked toward Charlie. “Your hospitality, as always, is warm and appreciated. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I hoped she could read my sincerity. And also that no one present could sense the slowly rising panic as I turned and all but fled the suffocating room that had suddenly grown full with memories.

Memories of a time I’d tried so very hard to forget.

11

Ruth

Another big day, and one that I didn’t imagine I’d be able to find any time to sneak away with a certain hunky twin for forbidden pony play in the stable. Even the memory had me tingling as I met with Charlie and her obnoxious mother for breakfast the next morning. I mean, her father was there, but he faded into the background so much that he may as well not have been, apart from the occasionally cutting comments his wife sent his way. But Charlie just ignored them, so I did too.

Luckily, her mother watched the Today Show religiously because Hoda and Savannah were just her favorites, so we were off the hook for a couple hours.

I got started preparing the food for the day in the half-finished kitchen while Charlie napped with her head down on the counter. Poor girl. She’d been running like a chicken with its head cut off for Lord knew how many weeks now. Ever since they’d gotten engaged a month and a half ago.

Yes, six weeks was a fast turnaround for a wedding, but far from impossible. Because look at us, here we were, pulling it off. By the skin of our teeth, maybe, but it was getting done.

While I waited for another mess of biscuits to cook, I put the finishing touches on the big group email itinerary I’d been working on late into the night last night. I read over it for the umpteenth time, then nodded and finally hit send.

Charlie’s phone buzzed in her pocket but she didn’t wake up. Good. She needed the rest. Anyone could see she was run ragged.

“What’s the meaning of this?” her mother asked, shoving the door to the kitchen so hard that it cracked into a wall of cabinets.

Charlie’s head jerked up from where she’d been resting it on the counter. “What? Where? What is it?”

Her mother scowled at her. “Drool is most unattractive in a bride, darling.”

Charlie started swiping at her mouth, obviously embarrassed. I put my hands on my hips. “Can I help you with something, ma’am?” That ma’am had almost come out something entirely different, but I was still keeping a lid on it. For the moment.

“This itinerary I just received!” Her shriek had me wincing. Jesus, the woman could wake the dead with that voice.

I blinked and smiled. “Yes? I thought you’d be pleased to get notice of the activities for the rest of the week.”


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