She reached up and straightened his burgundy tie, her engagement ring catching the light from the blinding snow-light overhead. “You look perfect.”
He swept one arm around her waist, as she was the one broadcasting perfection. “I’ll take handsome and distinguished.”
She laughed, that musical sound he’d fallen in love with the first time he’d heard it. “How aboutdevastatingly gorgeous cowboy who cleans up real nice?”
“Mm, yes. A cowboy with his queen.” He leaned down and touched his lips to hers, marveling at how natural it felt to have her beside him. Seven months ago, he’d stood at a wedding very much like this one, feeling sorry for himself and completely convinced he’d never find what his cousins had.
Now, with his own wedding only three months away and Savannah wearing his diamond, he could barely remember what all that misery had been about.
“Where are the girls?” he asked, scanning the crowd of family milling about the ballroom.
“Your mother has them,” Savannah said, nodding toward the front where Momma sat on the right side with Gallery and Sequoia flanking her like tiny bodyguards. Both girls wore matching silver dresses which Judy had sewn specifically for them, their hair braided with ribbons that coordinated with Wilder’s tie.
His chest tightened with affection as he watched Sequoia turn toward his mother, who nodded, smiled, and smoothed her fingertips along the little girl’s hair. The twins would be turning six years old in a couple of months, and his momma had already started planning the party.
As Wilder watched, Daddy arrived, and he handed one juice box to Gal and reached past Momma to give the second one to Sequoia. He ducked his head as he smiled, because his parents’ hearts had been melted by the twins once Wilder had made it very clear that he and Savannah were serious.
“They’re doing great,” he said. “I don’t know what you were worried about.”
“Really?” Savannah scoffed. “You don’t know what I’m worried about? Gal asked me this morning if she could catch the bouquet, and when I told her it was for unmarriedwomen, she announced she was going to marry Harry Parker—who is this rascally boy in her kindergarten class.” She rolled her eyes, but Wilder threw back his head and laughed.
“She’s the best,” he said, because Gal definitely had a larger-than-life personality.
“She certainly thinks so.” Savannah smoothed an invisible wrinkle from her forest green dress—one that Aurora had made. Judy had wanted everyone in specific clothing, and to do that, she’d made everyone come in for a fitting, and she and Aurora, Aunt Etta and Aunt Ida, and a seamstress out of Amarillo had been sewing for months.
Savannah’s dress fit her like a glove, the straps wide and flowing over her shoulders. Judy had a silver shawl that looked like chain mail for each woman, and Savannah adjusted hers as she surveyed the crowd that just continued to swell, and swell, and swell as more aunts, uncles, and cousins arrived.
“Is this where we’re hiding out?”
Wilder grinned at Link and drew him into a hug. “I’m not hiding. We’re just staying out of the way for the moment.” He released the co-foreman at the ranch and hugged Misty too. “Where are the kids?”
“Sitting with Janey and Trevor,” Misty said.
Wilder nodded, though he couldn’t locate them, or see Link’s kids anywhere. Misty carried their little girl on her hip, and she passed her to Savannah when she reached for her.
“The weather’s not looking good for the next couple of weeks,” Link said with a sigh.
“Tell me about it,” Wilder said, a dark note entering his voice. “Shadow called and said he’s not sending his crew out until it clears up.”
“It’ll be fine,” Savannah said, a hint of warning in her tone. “The house will be done in plenty of time.” She turned her back on him to greet Clover, who’d just arrived with Rock.
“Howdy, brother.” Wilder took Rock’s hand and pulled his cousin into his chest. They bumped there, then separated. “Where’s Smiles?”
“Oh, he met some woman,” Rock practically growled. “I swear, the man knows everyone.”
Link chuckled. “Yeah, leave it to Smiles to come to a family wedding alone and end up leaving with a date.”
Wilder grinned too, though he couldn’t find the shiniest star in the Glover family either. “Did Gun make it off the ranch?”
They’d been out since dawn, moving animals into barns and stables, and Wilder had had to leave before anyone else to get all the way to Llama Mamas and back to the wedding on time.
“Yeah, he and Camila are here.” Link pointed toward the far side of the room where Gunnison stood with his wife, both of them laughing at something Ashton was saying.
“Okay, good,” he said. “Brandon and Lenore said they’re not going to make it.”
“That’s because she’s pregnant,” Clover said.
Wilder whipped his attention to her. “She is? How do you know?”
