a wedding planner,” Bishop said. “I think she’s been inspired by Penny Walker, and she just wants to help.”
“I don’t care if she plans the whole thing,” Montana said.
“Really?” Bishop asked.
“Bishop, do I seem like the type of woman that worries about her wedding?”
“I suppose not. What about your first wedding? What was that like?”
Montana cleared her throat. “We, uh, went to City Hall.”
“You’re kidding,” he said.
“I’m not.”
“We’re not doing that,” he said. “You must have some idea of what you want.”
“Yes,” she said. “I want you in a fancy black suit. Or a tuxedo. I want to wear a white dress with a long train. I want to wear flowers in my hair, and I want you and all of your brothers and cousins in cowboy hats. I want Etta and Ida and all the girls in the wedding party too. I want the music to be loud, and the food good, and I want to be a Glover more than anything.”
Bishop listened to her talk, and he loved her a little bit more with every word she spoke. “Do you want me to cook?”
“At our own wedding? No,” she said. “We’ll hire. What about Holly Ann?”
“Oh, uh, I don’t know about that,” Bishop said. “Maybe, I guess. She and Ace are sort of on-again, off-again, and I guess she flipped things off a while ago, and he’s trying to figure out what to do about it.”
“I don’t understand her,” Montana said. “She really seemed to like him. How do you just turn that off?”
“I don’t know,” Bishop said. “He’s stopped talking about her, and I don’t make him talk about stuff he doesn’t want to.”
“Fair enough.” Montana tugged on his arm. “Come on, cowboy. Show me your dance moves. Maybe you’ll need to join your mother’s dancing lessons.”
“I’m a good dancer,” Bishop said, taking her easily into his arms. “My mother already taught me to dance. I had this girl in high school I really wanted to impress, and she and Daddy demonstrated for me in the kitchen, night after night.”
“Who was the girl?” Montana asked, grinning up at him.
“Her name was Cheryl, and she was gorgeous. All this blonde hair—I’m a sucker for blondes—and a beautiful pair of blue eyes. She ran track, and she had long legs, and wow.”
“Okay,” Montana said, chuckling. “Is that what you said to Bear when you told him about me? She’s got all this blonde hair and these pretty blue eyes. But she’s kind of short, and a little heavy, but wow.”
“You are not short or heavy,” he said, looking down at her in surprise.
“I’m not a runner,” she said. “Or even close to a size zero.”
“I think you’re gorgeous,” he said. “And I did from the very first moment I laid eyes on you.” He swayed with her, grinning as he spun her out, and then brought her back into the safety of his arms.
“You are a good dancer, Bishop,” she said.
“Thank you, love,” he said. He pressed his cheek to hers and whispered, “I got Aurora a very sensible little truck that will get her up to the ranch and back to school. Good gas mileage. Low miles.”
“I knew you’d gotten her a car.” Montana snuggled right into his chest.
“You’re not mad?”
“I’m not mad,” she said. “I’ve accepted that you buy things to show me that you love me, and that you want my life to be easier.”
“I—well, I can’t argue, I guess.”
“You’re a sweet, sweet man,” Montana said. “I love you, Bishop.” She touched her mouth to his, and Bishop leaned forward, wanting more. But she pulled away.
“Hmm,” he said. “That was a terrible kiss.”
“That’s because it wasn’t a kiss,” she teased. “I was just experimenting to see if I’d want to kiss you every day for the rest of my life.”
“Okay,” he said with plenty of sarcasm. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“I do, by the way. Want to kiss you every day for the rest of my life.” She beamed at him, and Bishop reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Thank you for completing me,” he said, and when he kissed her this time, it was a real kiss, with plenty of passion and feeling behind it. All of his love and adoration, and everything he hoped their relationship already was and all it could be.
And the best part? She kissed him back the exact same way.
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