wedding, making conversation with a dark-haired woman with a sultry voice, great legs, and dark chocolate eyes with lids heavily shadowed and rims outlined in black.
“You’re not from Texas, are you?” he asked.
“What was your first clue?”
He’d gotten a load of clues: the raven hair curling wildly down her back, the red painted lips, the dark made-up eyes and the manner of her dress. Sexy as it was, no woman in Texas would wear a skintight black lace dress to a wedding. At least none of the weddings he’d ever attended. “Oh, I don’t know. Just a hunch.”
“I’m from Los Angeles.”
Her lips puckered as if she expected him to make some comment about her appearance. He wouldn’t disrespect her that way. She was different from Madelyn, who’d been the epitome of Texas style and grace with sweet features, rosy cheeks and soft blond hair. Brooke certainly had her own style, but he wouldn’t say she was unattractive. Quite the opposite, and he wished to hell he wasn’t constantly noticing.
“So, you’ve come all this way for the wedding?” he asked.
“Yes, and for a little vacation. It just sort of worked out that I’d be able to attend Heather’s wedding. I haven’t seen her in years, but we’ve kept in touch. I’ll be here for the rest of the summer.”
“Where are you staying?”
“With a friend just outside of Beckon.”
He nodded. “Nice.”
“Yeah, it would be, but I co-own a business and I’ve put it in the hands of a new manager while I’m gone. It’s a little nerve-racking.”
“What kind of business?”
“It’s called Parties-to-Go. We do all sorts of party and event planning. My partner is pregnant and well, it’s a little complicated, but we both decided we needed a break. So we’re here, enjoying the muggy end of the summer.”
And he was enjoying her.
“What do you do, Wyatt? If you don’t mind me asking? You said you owned Blue Horizon Ranch? Does that mean cattle?”
“Sure does. I’ve been raising cattle nearly all of my life. When my granddaddy started the ranch back in the forties, it was a small operation. My daddy built it up some, and then I took over when my folks moved to the East Coast. Blue Horizon’s success had always been a dream of mine.”
That and living to a ripe old age with his high school sweetheart, Madelyn.
“And now you’re seeing it through.”
“I am. The ranch does well, but I tinker in other things, too.”
“Ah, you’re an entrepreneur?”
“I suppose some might call me that.”
He took pride in the investments he’d made in other companies that had paid off well. He’d made his first million before his twenty-seventh birthday, and he’d worked hard ever since to ensure a comfortable future for his family. Now he had all the money he’d ever need. Without Madelyn to share in his success, all of his hard work would’ve seemed pointless, but for his twins.
That was what getting off the ranch this weekend was about, him trying to move on with his life.
Start livin’ again.
He glanced at Brooke, her red-lipped mouth in a pout as she tried to catch some cell service by waving her phone up in the air, putting it out the window for a few seconds. He couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off her. She was a breath of fresh air and that alone stirred his juices. She was different and, he supposed, a lot of fun if he’d ever let himself find out.
“Nothing?” he asked once she gave up with her phone.
“Nope, not a blasted thing.”
“We’ll be at the hotel soon,” he said.
The Inn at Sweetwater was known for lush gardens and scenic bridges along a natural lake. It was the destination spot for lovers and known as the ultimate venue for a romantic wedding. It was like the cherry topping on a hot fudge sundae for a bride and groom to speak their vows there. And it was why he’d resisted coming to this wedding.
Not on this day, of all days. It was Madelyn’s birthday.
Hell, it was the exact reason Johnny insisted on his getting off the ranch. Wyatt needed the distraction, the time away. Wyatt had been restless and pensive and even Henrietta, bless her soul, had insisted he needed time to clear his head and gain some perspective. He’d be leaving his kids in her care overnight. Something he’d never done before, so with Johnny on his back and Henrietta pushing him, he’d accepted the invitation.
“What’s wrong?” Brooke asked.
He turned to look into her pretty brown eyes. “Why do you think something’s wrong?”
“Because I know you so well,” she replied, grinning.
He laughed. “Sorry, just deep in thought.”
“No apologies necessary. Aha! Finally, I’m getting bars on my cell. We must be nearing civilization. Excuse me while I call a tow service for my car.”
“No problem.” Wyatt listened to the deep, sensual lilt of her voice and tried to keep his eyes focused on the highway—not on Brooke Johnson, the engaging woman he’d picked up along the road.
* * *
As they drove through the intricate wrought iron gates of the venue, they entered a vibrant world of golf-course-green grass and tall swaying willows shading the lane leading up to the hotel. The Inn at Sweetwater was a plantation-style structure with palatial columns and snow-white shutters on every window. The gardens were ablaze with purple azaleas, pink peonies and stargazer lilies, and bluebonnets were interwoven among the stepping-stones. The paths all led to picturesque bridges arching over placid ponds. Off to the right fifty yards away, Sweetwater Lake sparkled in the late-afternoon sun.
“It looks like something out of a painting,” Brooke said, hearing awe in her voice. She had an eye for creativity, and whoever landscaped these grounds knew how to set the mood. “Have you ever been here before?”
“No,” Wyatt said. “But I’ve heard about it enough. It’s my mother’s favorite place. She’d have luncheons here with her friends.”
“I can see why she’d like coming here.”
Close to the lake’s bank, there was a flowered canopy with descending wisteria vines waiting for the bride and groom. Hundreds of chairs tied with delicate satin bows were lined up in rows. Most of the guests were already seated.
Wyatt pulled the car up to a valet. And once they climbed out, he asked, “Want to make a run for it?”
“I think we have to. The wedding is supposed to start any minute.”
“Okay, after you,” he said, gesturing for her to take the lead.
She
