stay. That leaves me.”
“What about Spencer?” Katherine asked. “Weren’t you going to Germany with him for the football tournament?”
“Yes, but he knows about the ranch and the terms of Hilda’s will. I have to do my part. He understands that. And since you two are busy and I’m not, it looks like I’ll be staying in Colorado for a while.”
“I’ve hired a new foreman,” he assured her, “so you don’t have to worry about being there by yourself. He’s tough. He’ll take good care of you.”
“I’m sure he will, but I don’t want you to worry about me on your honeymoon. I can take care of myself. And if things get really bad, I’ll do what I have to to hang onto the ranch, Buck. You can count on me.”
He hesitated, then smiled. “I guess I’ll see the three of you next week. Don’t forget the cowboy boots you bought when you were here last. You’re going to need them.”
Chapter 1
Ten days later Elizabeth was in no mood for a wedding. She no longer believed in fairy tales, and that’s all love was…one big, fat fairy tale that was invented by writers and poets and songwriters. Only a hopeless romantic could actually believe that a man and woman could love each other for a lifetime. She knew better. It only lasted until the love of your life went to Germany for an international soccer tournament and met a blond bimbo.
“You’re thinking of Spencer again, aren’t you?” Katherine said as she stepped forward to zip her dress for her. “You’ve got that look on your face…”
Glancing over her shoulder at her, Elizabeth scowled fiercely. “What look? I’m perfectly fine.”
“Yeah, right,” Priscilla drawled as she stood before the mirror and gave her makeup a last check. “The last time you looked like that, you murdered my doll.”
Elizabeth didn’t want to laugh, but it gurgled up inside her and escaped before she could stop it. “I did not! You’re the one who wanted to see if her head would come off. I just accommodated you.”
“You put the thought in my head!”
“No, I didn’t. It was Katherine.”
“It was not!” Katherine objected. “I didn’t even know about it until you had the funeral.”
Quietly pushing open the door of the bedroom that had been set aside for the bridesmaids’ use, Rainey grinned as her soon-to-be sister-in-laws traded quips back and forth. “Buck must have had his hands full, growing up with you three,” she told them with a chuckle. “I’m surprised he wasn’t part of the beheading.”
“Of course he was part of it,” Katherine laughed. “He organized the funeral.”
“I should have known,” Rainey laughed. “That’s the man I’m going to marry.”
“And have children with,” Elizabeth pointed out with a grin. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Love softened her face and lit up her smile. “Oh, yes. I can’t wait!”
Watching her, Elizabeth blinked back tears. She hoped with all her heart that things worked out for Rainey and Buck, but she didn’t think she’d ever be able to take that risk herself. Not after the way Spencer had betrayed her. And the way she’d found out! She’d been at Heathrow with her sisters, waiting to board the plane for the States and Buck’s wedding, when she’d picked up a copy of one of London’s most notorious tabloids. And there on the cover, for all the world to see, was a picture of her boyfriend with a blond bombshell plastered all over him.
Even now she didn’t want to believe that he’d cheated on her with some tart who couldn’t count to four. But when she’d called him to question him about the picture, he hadn’t bothered to deny the fact that he’d taken the woman with him to Germany. He hadn’t even understood why she was upset—the woman was nothing but a groupie and didn’t mean a thing to him. What was the big deal?
Elizabeth still couldn’t believe he’d had the nerve to ask her such a thing. Of course she knew about groupies, how strange women threw themselves at him and his teammates all the time. After all, he was an international soccer star, and she’d seen for herself how he couldn’t go anywhere without women he didn’t even know flirting with him. She hadn’t liked it, but she’d learned to live with it.
The woman in the picture, however, wasn’t someone wanting a hug and an autograph. She’d slept with him. He hadn’t said as much in so many words, but he hadn’t had to. The truth had been right there in the picture, in his eyes, in the blonde’s, in the intimate smile they shared.
She shouldn’t have been surprised. She’d known in her heart that he was the kind of man who had no use for faithfulness. She’d just convinced herself he loved her enough to change. So much for fairy tales.
“It’s going to be okay, Elizabeth,” Rainey said quietly, breaking into her thoughts. “You just need some time.”
“And another man,” Priscilla added, wrinkling her nose at the thought of Spencer. “The best way to get over one man is to get another. Get yourself a cowboy.”
“Oh, no!” she said quickly, grimacing. “I don’t want a cowboy or anyone else, thank you very much. I’m done with men.”
“That’s what I said,” Rainey told her, grinning. “And now I’m marrying your brother. C’mon. We’ve got a wedding to go to.”
Looping her arm through Elizabeth’s, she tugged her out into the hall and laughed as Priscilla and Katherine took positions behind them and gently pushed them down the hall toward the stairs. As the grandfather clock in the front entry struck 8:00 a.m., Rainey laughed. “I can’t believe I’m getting married at eight in the morning!”
“What’s with that, anyway?” Priscilla asked. “Why so early in the morning?”
“We wanted to start the first day of our marriage as soon as possible,” she said simply, grinning as they all spilled into the limo waiting for them in the drive. “So it was either 8:00 a.m. or dawn. We picked 8:00 a.m.”
“Thank God!”
Ten minutes later they arrived at the church and Elizabeth fought the need to cry. She loved her brother and Rainey, but she really didn’t want to do this. Unfortunately, she couldn’t back out without looking like a complete idiot. So she pasted on a smile, and no one knew just how much it cost her as she stepped out of the limo.
Then she walked into the old wood-frame country church that the Wyatt family had attended for over a hundred years, and stopped with a gasp of surprise. If she hadn’t known better, she would have sworn she’d stepped back in time.
Although the church had been wired for electricity nearly a hundred years ago, Rainey had chosen to use candles instead. They were everywhere, casting a golden glow over the guests that filled every pew. The sound of violins floated on the hushed, fragrant air, and just that quietly, the ceremony began.
Priscilla started down the aisle, then Katherine. Waiting her turn, Elizabeth was caught off guard by the emotions that tugged at her heart at the sight of her brother waiting at the altar for his bride.
