Bryce paced in the farmhouse, his eyes automatically drifting to the big wall of windows that overlooked the deck and then the ranch. “She should be leaving soon.”
“Everything is on schedule,” Daddy said. “Except your tie isn’t on, and heaven only knows where your cowboy hat is.”
Bryce couldn’t even tear his eyes from the glorious sunshine streaming throu…
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