Chapter Five
With a contented sigh, Maybelle leaned back against the split-rail fence that divided the lawn from the barnyard. Lexi had been the perfect bride — strong and sure of herself as she spoke her vows, cheeks flushed pink with happiness, eyes shining with love. And Jarrod was utterly devoted to her. You’d have to be blind not to see it.
Someday…
Someday that would be her. She’d get her happy ending, just like in all the books she liked to read. But for now, she’d have to content herself with dancing. Dancing with her cousins’ husbands, her Uncle Teddy, even Aunt Dottie. She loved to dance, so she didn’t mind, but a part of her chafed at the way her family still treated her like a child.
“Care to dance?” a deep voice rumbled in her ear.
Maybelle’s pulse quickened as she turned
