Chapter Eight
Eight weeks later
My pulse quickens as I catch a flash of copper waves through a sea of cowboy hats. It’s like a homing beacon in this godforsaken place my brother now calls home. This time, it’s really her, and my skin sizzles with anticipation. In spite of my rules, one night with Gorgeous wasn’t nearly enough. But any interaction will have to wait until after the wedding - she’s flanked by my brother and his best friend Sterling, the other groom. I look down at the wedding bill someone pressed into my hand, then scan the page again, just to make sure I’m reading it right.
Best Man: Macey McCaslin, standing in for Lt. Johnny McCaslin. You will never be forgotten.
My stomach drops.
I f****d a widow. I’ve been up nights fantasizing about a gorgeous, sexy widow. Worse? I
