“Well, half of it belongs to Catie,” Angie said.
“Catie’s content at McCray Landing with Chad,” Maria said. “She trusts you to see to her interests. The ranch is yours to run, Angelina.”
She smiled up at her handsome fiancé. “Ours to run.”
Epilogue
A cool spring breeze drifted over Angie as she stood in the receiving line after her modest wedding at Bay Crossing. Beside her stood her husband, tall and proud, his onyx locks tied behind his neck in a black strip of leather. Black dress pants and a white button-down open at the collar accentuated his ruggedly handsome looks. Angie wore a casual white sheath cut to mid-knee. Her dark hair fell in waves brushing her shoulders.
Nearly eight months had passed since her biological father had given her his share of the ranch, and Rafe’s divorce from Lilia had been final a month ago.
Beside the groom stood his brother, also dressed casually, his wavy black hair brushing his collar, looking nearly as handsome as Rafe himself. Next to Angie was Catie, her belly swollen with the next McCray heir who was due to make an appearance any day.
Next to Tom, Lilia shone in a pastel blue dress, the golden band shining on her left ring finger. Jack Grayhawk beamed next to his new wife. On Catie’s other side, Maria radiated happiness in her peacock-blue day dress, and Jefferson Bay was as handsome as his older brother in brown slacks and a tan shirt. Their relationship was still tenuous, but it was mending. They could smile and laugh together now, and Jeff no longer seemed so angry. It would take time, but Angie hoped they’d both find love again. Her mother—and her father—deserved happiness. She sincerely hoped they’d find what she’d found with Rafe. Would it be with each other? She didn’t know yet, but the possibility existed.
“Congratulations, you two.” Annie McCray gave Angie a loose hug so as not to squish the baby boy she held in her arms. Her husband, Dallas, held the other, while their twin girls, Sylvie and Laurie, toddled between their parents.
“Which one is this?” Angie asked.
“This is Jason, and Dallas has Jon.”
“Twins again,” Rafe said, smiling. “And this time boys.”
“Lord, yes,” Annie said. “Two sets of twins are more than enough.” She curved her lips upward in a sly smile. “I made a little appointment for Dallas at the doctor’s office next week.”
Rafe and Angie laughed.
“Not too funny from where I’m standin’,” Dallas said.
“You’ll be fine,” Rafe said, chuckling. “Just stock up on frozen peas. I’ve heard they work like a charm.”
Dallas swatted him on the arm. “I’ll be interested to see how jovial you are about it when it’s your turn.”
“It won’t be your turn for a while,” Angie said, after Dallas had moved on. “I want a slew of little Grayhawks running around here.”
Rafe smiled. So handsome. She’d never tire of looking at her magnificent husband.
“I don’t have a problem with that. Not at all. In fact, we’ll practice tonight.”
She lifted her chin, and he met her mouth with his own. A quick peck. After all, they had a ton more people to greet.
“I can’t wait.”
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Chapter One
“You want me to come to a baby shower? Are you kiddin’ me?” Harper Bay paced the length of his father’s—now his—office in his mother’s—now his—ranch house.
His little sister’s sigh cut right through the phone. “Couples showers are the new thing now, Harp. Amber says—”
“Sheesh, Catie.” Harper Bay rolled his eyes, thankful his sister couldn’t see him through the phone. He was damn sick of hearing what Amber Cross had to say. That bleached blond manicurist who had become Catie’s new soul sister spouted off all kinds of newfangled ideas, and he didn’t like a one of them. “Dallas and Annie just had the twins a month ago, and none of us guys had to go to a shower. And you forget one important little detail.”