was hell, it stood to reason that planning two would be doubly hellacious. Not so.
Shae had pushed her wedding back two months, just before the ultraexpensive invitations had been sent out, because she simply needed more time. Tim and Margo, on the other hand, had pushed up their date. At first they’d talked about marrying in two years’ time, if all went well. Two years had become one year, and then nine months.
So exactly half a year after Tim had conducted his “business” with Margo at the Newport rodeo, he had a new bride. The wedding plans had been as simple as Shae’s were extravagant, taking place in the living room of the house Margo had designed, with a justice of the peace, Liv, Matt, a few of Tim’s old buddies, Walter from across the road and all of the Rhinestone Rough Riders.
After the I-dos, the party commenced, and Liv discovered that her teammates could be a wild bunch under the proper circumstances and the marriage of one of their own fit that bill. After the third champagne toast, which involved a cork flying down the front of Linda’s shirt, Matt took Liv’s hand and they escaped out the back door.
Without a word, they walked to the barn, hand in hand. Beckett nickered a greeting when they went inside and Liv automatically picked up the brush.
“You’ll get hair all over your dress,” Matt said.
“It’ll shake off,” Liv replied, opening the stall gate. Matt closed the gate for her and propped his arms on it.
“Sometimes I think you like him more than me,” he observed with a tolerant half smile.
“Sometimes I have reason,” she said with an answering smile, then after a couple quick strokes of the brush, she walked back to the gate, raised herself up on her toes to kiss Matt’s sexy lips. “But not too often.”
He growled deep in his throat and took her face in his hands, kissing her back. That evening they were going to his parents’ house for Sunday dinner, a semiregular occurrence for the sake of his mother that Matt dreaded. But he put on a good front, as did his father, and Nina seemed happy...although sometimes Liv wondered how much her future mother-in-law knew.
“Let’s go home,” he said, leaning his forehead against hers. “I need to study for an hour or two before we go to the ranch.” Going back to school to start work on a pre-vet degree hadn’t been an easy decision, but once made, Matt had thrown himself into his studies with a vengeance. “And—” he smiled wickedly “—I wouldn’t mind working some other stuff in.”
Liv caught her breath before he gave her one last kiss. Oh, yeah. Time to go home.
She’d looked into renting a house after Tim’s engagement so that he and Margo could have privacy, but before she signed the lease, Matt had offered her a bed and more. After a moderate amount of cautious hesitation, she’d accepted—a decision she hadn’t come close to regretting. She’d eventually been the one to suggest making their relationship more permanent.
Matt had accepted.
Craig was going to be the best man.
* * * * *
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CHAPTER ONE
TIFFANY KNEW THE EXACT MOMENT when her family arrived in the E.R.
“Say joh may-ah?” Poh-poh’s voice creaked.
“No, Grandma, she’s not dead.” She heard Daniel reassure in that too-smooth voice of his. Tiffany grabbed the edges of the pillow and stuffed them against her ears. With her family hovering on the other side of the curtain, the pleasant buzz of the painkillers evaporated, and her stomach churned.
Shadows streaked into her cubicle from beneath the partition. “Tiffany?”
For a moment, she considered pretending to be comatose, or ducking away and hiding somewhere until they left. But there was no avoiding the inevitable. Sighing, she propped herself up in the hospital bed, smoothing the blanket over her