The Engagement Arrangement (Boots and Bouquets #2) - Jaci Burton Page 0,82
eyes filled with happy tears.
She believed in their happily-ever-after. Maybe it hadn’t happened for her, and she’d been cynical about love ever since. But she could see it with Erin and Jason. These two truly loved each other.
As they left the altar, she slipped her arm into Finn’s, his smile infectious.
“You look like a cat eyeing a tasty snack,” Finn said.
“Maybe you’re the tasty snack.”
He arched a brow, then laid his hand over hers. “Filing that away for later.”
She couldn’t hold back the grin. “You do that.”
After the guests filed to the barn, the wedding party stayed behind to take pictures. Since Honor was part of the wedding, they’d enlisted the help of an outside wedding planner to help guide the day, much to Honor’s great distress. But since the entire family was in the wedding it made the most sense. They couldn’t be both in the wedding and manage it, so they all had to give up control for the day.
She knew how Honor felt not having that control. It was hard for Brenna having her staff manage the distribution of the wine, but she was also supremely confident in their abilities. She’d ordered the wine and champagne for today, and all they had to do was arrange the stock. The caterers and bartenders would handle everything else.
Fortunately, the wedding party had finished with outside pics, but the photographer was going to take some more of Erin and Jason. The rest of them headed to the barn, which suited Brenna just fine. It was a little chilly outside as the sun was just beginning to set.
“I don’t know about you,” Brenna said as Finn held her hand while they walked. “But I’m ready for a drink.”
“So ready. It was a nice ceremony.”
“Yes, it was.”
“Jason was so nervous today.”
Jason was always calm. Nothing seemed to ruffle him. “Was he really?”
“Yeah. He wanted everything to be perfect for Erin.”
“In the end, it turned out just right. And the two of them—the way they look at each other as if no one else exists . . .”
Finn looked at her, his lips curving, and it was as if time stopped. “Yeah?”
That flutter in the vicinity of her heart whenever he gave her that look was so disconcerting. She didn’t know what to make of it. She pushed it aside, reminding herself that today wasn’t the day to think about herself or her mixed-up feelings. “Well, that’s love, isn’t it?”
His smile made her heart flutter. “I guess it must be.”
They took their seats at the large table in the front. The waitstaff poured wine for her, and Finn went off to grab a beer.
“I don’t know about you,” Honor said, leaning over to talk to her. “But it was all I could do not to sob like a baby during the ceremony.”
Brenna nodded. “It was lovely, wasn’t it?”
Alice came over and took Finn’s seat. “It was perfect. I teared up as well. I think all of us were sniffling up there.”
“You’re right,” Brenna said.
“Mom cried, too,” Honor said. “I had to stop looking at her because then I was going to cry.”
“I already knew not to look at her. You know how sentimental she is.”
“See, I should have remembered that. Even Dad shed a tear.”
“He did? Though that shouldn’t surprise me. He’s a softie when it comes to us girls.”
“That’s true. I still can’t believe Erin is married.”
“I’ve never seen her so happy,” Alice said. “Her whole face just lit up when she was walking down the aisle.”
Brenna nodded.
“How’s Owen handling this?” Alice’s gaze tracked to the bar where Owen, Clay and Finn stood talking.
“Like a rock,” Honor said. “He’s as happy for them as we all are. Now he can put it all behind him and move on with his life, concentrate only on himself.”
“Which he should be doing,” Alice said. “We need him healthy.”
“And he needs to be happy, too,” Honor said.
“Yes, he does.” Brenna looked around. “Where’s your cowboy, Honor?”
Honor shrugged. “Oh, well, that didn’t work out.”
“I’m sorry, Honor,” Alice said.
She shrugged. “I’m not. He wasn’t the right guy for me.”
At least her sister realized that. “No, he wasn’t. And, hey, now you can work the room tonight. Hit up all the single guys.”
Honor laughed. “Yeah, sure. All those hot single men just wandering around at my sister’s wedding.”
“Hey, there are a few here,” Brenna said. “Just don’t pick any losers.”
Honor lifted her chin. “Are you saying I date losers?”