Angel:Trevor and Janie want to let you know that they’re going toa cutting horse show next month, and Trev’s pretty optimistic that he can win it.
Finn:Way to go, Trev!
Henry:He’s totally going to win, and any of you who haven’t seen him work with his cutting horses are MISSING. OUT.
Colt erased his text and typed a different one.When can we come watch, Trevor?
Angel:I’ll ask him.
Henry:He trains with Little Sister every morning, right after roll call.
Ty:It’s about nine by the time he’s saddled and LS is warmed up.
Mornings were rough for Colt, as he had to get his son off to his mother’s, and then get over to his orchard crews and get assignments out. Making the drive to Lone Star by nine would be hard. No, impossible.
Or, you can just take Jonas with you one morning and go.Colt owned the orchard, and he could definitely do that. He loved taking his son on little trips around the Texas Panhandle, and he couldn’t wait to take him to Lubbock for Texas Tech football games, or up to the Oklahoma state line to sit on the tailgate and drink root beer floats, the way Colt had done with his father.
He loved being a dad, and he wanted more kids. To do that, he needed a wife, and his thumbs flew across his phone as he re-typed his message.
This time, he sent it.
35
Savannah Calloway woke on her wedding day to the sound of the wedding march blasting through her house.
Today was the last day she would wake up in this bed alone. Today was the last day she would live in this house with her mother and her twins. For today, she was becoming Mrs. Wilder Glover.
She smiled as the door creaked and the twins came in.
“Momma,” Gal whispered in a not-so-whisper. “You awake, Momma?”
“It’s time to get up,” Sequoia said. “Gramma says.”
“I’m awake,” she said. “Come here, my beauties.”
Little feet pattered across the floor, and Sequoia and Gal climbed into bed with Savannah.
“It’s wedding day,” she told them.
“It sure is,” Sequoia said.
“Gram said we gotta give you breakfast and a kiss,” Gal said. “And then we get to go get our nails done.”
“Mm, that’s exciting.” Savannah tucked her girls close, one on each side. “Then you’re going to go with Daddy for a week or two.”
She and the girls would be moving into their new home once she and Wilder returned from their honeymoon. Wilder had first suggested taking the girls with them, which had made Savannah fall in love with him all over again. But they still had the end of their kindergarten year to finish, and selfishly, she wanted her new husband all to herself.
So, with that idea vetoed, Wilder had booked them a twelve-day river cruise in Europe. Savannah had protested because she had two dozen chickens, twelve llamas, and a whole flock of ducks to care for, but Wilder had simply cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Really? You don’t think there are enough Glover cousins to handle a few ducks and chickens?” He’d laughed and wrapped her in his strong arms, and Savannah had agreed to the cruise.
Link, Gun, and Rock, along with Fawn, Pearl Jo, and Chaz—had all agreed to make sure her animals not only survived while she was gone, but thrived. The twins would go with Jack; he would keep getting them to school on time, and her mother would help if he was driving the cement truck and couldn’t.
Once she and Wilder returned, the twins would have a month of school left, and Savannah would have to make the long drive from the outskirts of Three Rivers to their current elementary school. She and Jack had met at a coffee shop a couple of months ago to work out a new custody schedule for after the wedding. She wanted to enroll the girls in the Three Rivers elementary school, which meant they’d be with her on weekdays. Jack had agreed, and they’d both signed a paper stating she would drive the twins to his house for his custody times, and he would bring them back.
He’d talked about getting a job in Three Rivers to be closer to them, but so far he hadn’t. Honestly, Savannah wasn’t sure she wanted him to; she simply wanted him to be happy. The girls loved their father, and he was very good to them.
“You got in bed with her?”
Savannah giggled at the sound of her mother’s incredulous voice. “Oh, you girls are in trouble,” Momma said. “You were supposed to wake her up, not steal snuggle time.”
