“He didn’t for a long time. I finally told him, but he’d never say anything to you or Beau.”
“He wouldn’t, of course,” Will said. “I do plan to tell him, but in my own time, whenever that is. Maybe on his wedding day.”
Jasper grinned. “Remind me. When you’ve got time to listen, I’ll tell you the whole story.”
The pickup stopped at the foot of the porch. The reverend got out of the backseat and hurried up the steps through the rain. Sky climbed out of the truck and went around to Lauren’s side. She handed him an umbrella, which he held over her until they reached the cover of the porch.
The two of them were so much in love. Will remembered when things had been like that between him and Tori, before his world crashed and he’d lost her. What he wouldn’t give to have that feeling back. But as Jasper would put it, there’d been too much water under the bridge. Too much time. Too little forgiveness on both sides.
The front door opened. Tori and Erin came out onto the porch. Erin looked heartbreakingly grown-up in her simple blue sheath dress, her hair twisted up and pinned with a silk flower. At some point she’d gotten her ears pierced—how could he have missed those little pearl studs? And was that lip gloss she was wearing? Now that was a shock.
Tori had put aside her black court suit for a flowing, flowered dress that made her look like a young girl. Her golden hair was loose, falling over her shoulders, and she wore gold gypsy hoops in her ears. She looked delicious—and so sexy that Will felt that old, familiar stirring. He forced himself to ignore it.
“Come on inside,” she said. “Everybody’s ready. Beau’s just waiting for his best man. Isn’t that you, Will?”
Will followed his ex-wife and daughter into the house, where the wedding was about to begin. As the vows were spoken, he would stand with his two brothers and the women they loved.
And he would ache for what he’d lost.