Lyric and Lingerie (Fort Worth Wranglers 1)

“Yes, but Lyric’s double Ds will look amazing in this dress.” He held it up to Harmony. “Since you’re the same size, go try it on and see if it fits.”

He could totally see Lyric walking down the aisle wearing this. She’d be so gorgeous that no one would be able to take their eyes off of her. He’d be honored and amazed and humbled to become her husband.

“No, it’s sleeveless,” Harmony stage-whispered as her eyes went to her mother. “Just wait until Lyric gets here so she can try it on.”

He nodded toward the fitting room. “Go put it on really fast.”

“Not a chance.” Harmony was firm on the not trying on.

“I’ll pay you.” He had more money than he could ever spend, and he really wanted to know what Lyric would look like in this dress.

Harmony gave him the drop dead stare that he was rapidly beginning to think of as her trademark. “Cuz that’s not creepy at all.”

“Fine, but we’re not naming our firstborn after you.” She wasn’t the only one who could be firm on something.

“What firstborn?” Harmony’s eyes went huge. “Is Lyric pregnant? Is that why she’s marrying you?”

“Are you saying that the only reason you can think of that she’d want to marry me is because I knocked her up? That’s just hurtful.” He wiped a fake tear from his eye.

“You didn’t answer the question.” Harmony’s arms were crossed, and she wasn’t going to leave this one alone. As much as he’d like to string her along a little more, the steam coming out of her ears warned him that wasn’t a good idea.

“No, Lyric isn’t with child. Although, last night she was a demon in the sack, so anything’s possible.” He smiled at Harmony. “I’m hoping for twins—one that’s nice and kind, and then one who’s bitter and hateful like her aunt.”

“Sticks and stones.” Harmony turned her back on him as she inspected an overly sequined wedding dress.

He went over to the settee and carefully laid the simple silk dress on it. He knew this dress was perfect, but he needed to give Lyric some other options. He went back to the wedding dress rack and picked up where he’d left off.

The next gown was too Scarlett O’Hara, and the one after that looked like a bikini made out of cotton balls and lace. Not that he was opposed to seeing Lyric in a bikini, but he wasn’t sure he wanted anyone else to see her in one. Especially considering his teammates would be at the wedding.

The next dress he guessed was some kind of modern art experiment gone bad—it looked like two bedsheets held together by a clothesline. The one after that looked like a ballerina had been attacked by wolves—lots of gauzy fabric with some pretty important chunks missing.

Who the hell would be caught dead in any of these? Outside of a zombie movie.

“Some of these are really bad.” Harmony pulled out something that was half pantsuit and half dress. “I guess this one’s for the noncommittal bride. She can’t decide if she wants pants or a dress so she gets both. Or neither, depending on how you look at it.”

“This is for the twenty-one-year-old cocktail waitress who’s marrying an eighty-year-old billionaire.” He pulled out a dress made entirely of ropes of seed pearls. “She’s hoping for a short marriage and a long financial payout.”

“How do you figure that?” Harmony studied the dress. “Let me guess, she plans on murder by complicated dress. On their wedding night, she’s going to give him a stroke because he can’t figure out how to get the damn thing off of her.”

“Or she plans on strangling him with one of the strands. It gives a whole new meaning to the term pearl necklace.” Gingerly, he put the dress back.

The next one had promise. It was strapless and fitted. Lace covered the silk slip dress that had a slit up the side. Lyric’s legs would look amazing in this dress. “What do you think about this?” He held it up for Harmony. “I think it suits Lyric.”

Harmony tilted her head to the left and studied the gown. “Not bad, Montgomery. Put it in the try-on pile you created on the settee.”

“Wait … what was that? I must not have heard you correctly.” He put his hand to his ear. “That sounded like a compliment.”

“Don’t get cocky. I’m sure you’ll do something to piss me off real soon.” Harmony pulled out a dress. “What do you think of this one?”

It was plain white silk with a relatively high neckline. The top was fitted, but miles and miles of lace spilled out from the waist.

“Too conservative.” He wanted lots of boobs and leg.

“Not in the back.” Harmony turned it around. The whole back of the dress was cut out except for a thin line of fabric at the neck.

“It’s like a mullet … business in the front and party in the back.” During the wedding he could spend a lot of time mulling over what Lyric wasn’t wearing under that dress. “Could be fun. Add it to the pile.”

“Whoa … that’s a lot of white,” Lyric said from behind Heath.