“You think it’s gon’ be okay, cher?” He needed Laurel to be all right.
“With your sister?” Adam wrapped an arm around him, steering him toward the truck. “Hell, yes. I bet Chrissie’s gone time we get back.”
“He’d best be heading to Sister’s to gather her up for lovin’ and marryin’.” He was fixin’ to have to call Granny Taggart and tell her there was a wedding to be had.
“Oooooeeee.”Landon grinned over at him. “This is some fun, vieux.”
“It is, huh?” The whole Taggart back yard area, which was more like a giant pasture space, was decked out for a wedding. There were streamers and banners and no balloons because Laurel cried about how they hurt turtles and birds, and there was enough brisket smoking and jambalaya making to satisfy Texans and Cajuns alike.
Everyone was here — LaFitte and Bell, Coke and Dillon, a handful of Brazilians.
Hell, even Ace Porter was here, with the other four Horsemen.
It was a damn rodeo extravaganza.
Adam grinned at Landon. “You proud, honey? This is a helluva spread.”
“Y’all done good.” Landon’s smile was blissful. His lover had given Laurel away in a lovely white dress only an hour ago, eyes on Chrissie as he muttered, “Take her, she’s mine.”
“You did too.” He wandered closer to take a kiss, happy in his soul to see his brother settled.
“Mmm…vieux, I do love you.” Landon’s hand slid up his arm. “She’s so happy that she’s got womankin now.”
“Yeah. It will be good for everyone.”
Hell, even Bri had a lady. And a feller. They were a committed three, he reckoned. And he that was not his to worry about. What was good was that Bri was smiling, relaxed, and happy for the first time in a while.
More importantly?
Landon had gone up, greeting and smiling and welcoming, and Laurel had done the same.
So that was that. All the Taggarts, off the market.
“So, you liking it here, baby?”
“Ours house is just nice, oui? Just right.” Landon and Laurel had both relaxed once they’d learned that the Gaudet land was going to be safe for generations — used for hay and vacations and fishing and fun.
Chrissie had, in fact, had the house reroofed and the electric and plumbing redone for a wedding present for his new wife.
They were going to go spend their honeymoon there, in fact. Just to have some privacy. Although, he would bet Lafitte would be over there bothering the shit out of them.
Him and Landon? They were taking the horses to the mountains to go riding and spending their cowboy Christmas out of pocket, just because they could.
Landon hadn’t had a vacation before, and Adam was going to give him one — horses, mountains, sunrises, campfires, and long lazy lovemaking.
Lovemaking without a single bullfighter or alligator.
“Landon! Landon, you got to dance with me. Fais do-do and all.”
Landon beamed at him. “You mind, vieux?”
“Never. She needs her dance with you.” He winked and leaned back against the porch. Chrissie could cut in, and leave Landon to dance with Momma.
Bri came up, handing him a beer. “You believe it?”
“What?”
“That there’s a baby coming.”
