Roping the Cowboy Billionaire - Emmy Eugene Page 0,36

the boy over to his grandfather and returned to the table to find Cayden right next to Ginny, with Olli on her other side. The empty seat remaining next to Olli was for him, and he chuckled as he sat down.

“Well done,” he murmured, glancing at Cayden, who had started talking to Ginny.

“It was like taking candy from a baby,” Olli whispered. “Look at them. Aren’t they so cute together?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Spur said, refusing to look at Cayden or move his mouth too much. He faced Olli instead, and added, “My brothers are in love with you for how you handle our mother. I think we’re going to need lessons.”

Olli trilled out a laugh that made Spur’s pulse fire more rapidly, and she said, “Just set it up, Spur.” She leaned closer to him and took a deep breath. Her eyes glittered as she met his gaze. “You smell fantastic tonight.”

“Thanks,” he said. “I kinda have this fiancée who’s a genius with scents.” He leaned toward her and kissed her, finally settled and ready to get married again, because he was going to marry Olli, and she was perfect for him.

11

Tam tugged at the hem of her dress, hating where it fell. She wasn’t in Olivia Hudson’s wedding party, and she could wear any dress she wanted. The one she’d purchased had seemed great in the store, but now, it looked all wrong.

The dress was too long to be a party dress but too short to be considered anything else. She’d worn more dresses in the last couple of months than she had in the six months before that. She liked looking good when she and Blaine went out, and she liked seeing that glinting, desirable look in his eyes when she opened her door.

Today, his brother was getting married, and Tam pressed her lips together to refresh her lipstick. “You’re kissing him today. To-day.”

Frustration streamed through her, and she recognized it in her own eyes. She’d never dated Blaine before, but she felt like he was moving like molasses with her when he’d never done that with anyone else in the past.

They weren’t the kind of best friends that kissed and told, but she’d always known when he’d kissed his girlfriends. Her memory had grown fuzzy, but she seemed to remember that he’d kissed Alex within two weeks.

It had taken him that long to even decide if he should date Tam.

She pushed the poisonous thoughts out of her mind, because they didn’t do anyone any good. They just made her feel worse about herself, doubt that Blaine really liked her and wanted to be with her, and send her into a tailspin that she had to work for days to correct.

She’d made some amazing saddlebags in her last tailspin, and she’d earned great money from the sale. Didn’t mean she wanted to distract herself in her shop every time she fell into the dark recesses of her mind.

She turned away from the mirror and went into her closet. Perhaps she had something else she could wear to the wedding. In truth, no one would even care what she was wearing. She’d been over to Blaine’s several times in the past couple of weeks, and his brothers treated her the same way they always did—like she was one of them.

Tam pushed hangers left and right, finally concluding that she didn’t have anything better than the sunshine yellow dress she currently had on. She bent down to find the shoes she’d thought she’d wear with the dress, finally pulling out the pair of black heels from the back of the closet.

She never wore heels, because she hated them, but she’d worn a pair to Abby’s wedding last month. She’d wanted to dance with Blaine so badly, but Denise had claimed him as her date, and she’d needed him.

He’d played his part so perfectly that Tam had actually experienced some pretty severe jealousy. She knew what it was like to stand in the circle of his arms, and she felt so good about herself when he held her close.

“Tam?”

She lifted her head, her heart suddenly tapping far too fast in her chest. Blaine’s voice came again, and she hurried out of her closet to find him poking his head into the bathroom.

“There you are,” he said. “I knocked and rang the doorbell.”

“You did?” She looked down at Jane and Jasper, who had stood up but hadn’t made a peep. “That doorbell is on the fritz.” She held up her