![]() And today, he was wearing a suit jacket and a tie, along with a black cowboy hat.ĭamn, damn, damn, he was fine. Brown eyes that always had a glint of naughty in them. “But I thought, since this is for Lark, maybe I should behave.” “It doesn’t usually,” Cade said, leaning back in his chair so that they were sitting at the same angle. So Amber supposed she was entitled.īut then, Amber’s life had been short on this kind of thing too, and she didn’t feel at all yearny for it. ![]() Being that she had been raised by two brothers and a dad. Not without attacking her with the scis‐ sors she was using to curl ribbons, at least.īut then, Lark’s life had been short on frills. If Lark weren’t the little sister Amber had always wanted, she would never have gone along with all of it. She’d demanded ribbon curls in lengths that were impos‐ sible for mere mortals to achieve. ![]() Almost as finicky as the bride, who, while cute as a button under normal circumstances, had had a bridezilla flare‐up while they’d been decorating yesterday, turning Elk Haven Stables into a country‐fairy‐princess dream, and had gone around micromanaging said ribbon‐tying. She’d spent too many damn hours tying those things on yesterday. “Since when has that ever stopped you, Cade?”Īmber Jameson leaned back in the folding chair and then checked to make sure the little purple bow tied to the back hadn’t fallen off and onto the grass. “It’s bad form to get drunk at your sister’s wedding, right?” ![]()
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