“Annie had a last-minute cancellation. Next time our brother has a great idea, make sure it’s not as crazy as getting married in six weeks.”
Nathan headed toward their grandparents’ old house. “Matthew said Becky O’Donaghue is helping you. How are you finding working with her?”
Sometimes, it paid to think before he spoke around his brothers. Nathan, Matthew, and Liam had been pestering him for months about dating someone. From the hopeful expression on his brother’s face, he’d say he’d put two and two together and come up with ten.
“Unlike me, Becky knows what she’s doing. The only thing we have to confirm is the menu, a cake, and what everyone’s wearing. Matthew’s taking care of the honeymoon.” Sean didn’t like the gleam in his brother’s eyes. “Before you say anything about Becky, she’s helping me with the wedding. Nothing more.”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. She’s as busy as I am.”
“So was I before I married Amy.”
Sean’s eyebrows rose. “You met Amy when she was a teenager, pretended not to date her when you were, then almost didn’t let her stay on the ranch with Catherine. Being busy was the least of your worries.”
“All that matters is we got together in the end.”
“You almost didn’t.”
Nathan frowned. “I was in a dark place.”
His brother didn’t have to say any more. He’d survived a devastating barn fire and almost died in a snowstorm. If it weren’t for Amy, he could have easily lost his life and his soul.
When they reached Sean’s home, he took two bottles of beer out of the refrigerator. “Has anyone told Mom and Dad about the wedding?”
“They only know about the engagement party. Does Sally know?”
“As of yesterday afternoon, she does. We’re having the wedding reception in her and Todd’s barn.”
“Clever. At least we won’t need to travel far to get there.” Nathan took the cap off his beer. “What are we wearing?”
“Suits?”
“You haven’t organized anything, have you?”
“I’ve had other things on my mind; like where Matthew and Ashley are having their reception. Why don’t you organize what we’re wearing?”
Nathan walked through the French doors and sat outside. “If you’re serious, leave it with me. The company I rented our suits from made it easy.”
“When you speak to them, tell them we need them by July 13 at the latest. The wedding’s three days later.”
“No problem.” Nathan cradled the bottle of beer in his hands. “I have some other news you might be interested in.”
“Have the Sawyer’s sold their ranch?”
“I don’t know. Tom’s holding out for a good price. Hopefully, he’ll get it. This news is closer to home.”
Sean leaned his head against the back of the chair and groaned. “I told Sally we don’t need any more animals. You caved in, didn’t you?”
“Not this time. Amy’s pregnant. In five months, give or take a few days, you’ll be the proud uncle of another little Gray.”
“Congratulations.” Leaving his beer on the deck, he hugged his brother. “How do Catherine and Toby feel about having a new baby in the house?”
“Catherine’s excited, but Toby doesn’t know what all the fuss is about. It will be interesting to see what happens after the baby arrives. If Amy looks a little green, make sure she’s okay. She’s having a hard time with morning sickness.”
“Is she craving peanut butter and pickles again?”
Nathan smiled. “Nope. Butter pecan ice cream. If there’s an emergency, we have enough supplies to feed half of Bozeman.”
