Lyric and Lingerie (Fort Worth Wranglers 1)

“Which one did you try on first?” He might not be able to see her before the wedding, but he could imagine her.

“It’s strapless and has lace cutouts.” Lyric sounded like she was right in front of him. “What do y’all think?”

“Well … huh.” Livinia took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It barely covers your nipples.” She whispered the last word.

It took all the restraint Heath had in him not to rip his blindfold off.

“Heath picked it out.” Harmony threw him under the bus.

“Maybe the next ones wills be better.” Gregor was always there to offer suggestions and extra s’s.

“Okay.” Lyric shooshed back to the dressing room.

“Are we sure the dress is a no?” Her nipples were covered. If that was good enough for prime-time TV, it should be good enough for his wedding.

“Well, unless you want the whole wedding party to know what color Lyric’s areolas are.” Thank God for Harmony, keeping it real.

Heath lifted his blindfold.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to keep that on? Although using it as a gag instead would be way more helpful.” Harmony was always there to offer a suggestion. He so didn’t love that about her.

“I don’t need the blindfold if Lyric isn’t going to wear that dress for the wedding. Besides. I want to see her nipples.” He rubbed his hands together.

“From what I can tell, you always want to see her nipples.” Harmony was just a little ray of sunshine.

“Harmony.” Livinia sounded scandalized. “You shouldn’t say such things. What’s gotten into you?”

She made it sound like the viewing of nipples was illegal.

Heath didn’t say anything. There was nothing he could say that wouldn’t make him sound like a perv.

“I am havings trouble with the wedding cake.” Gregor sat down heavily on the creaky settee.

So he was going to let Livinia stand?

“Livinia, I’m sure Graynor would love to give up his seat for you.” Manners mattered, and pointing out Gregor’s lack of them mattered more.

“Oh, I don’t mind standing. He’s royalty.” She said it with such reverence that Heath half expected to find that Queen Elizabeth had walked through the front door.

He shot Gregor a look that said he knew Gregor was about as royal as he was, and he’d better get his ass out of that damn chair.

“I insist, ma’am.” Gregor stood and pointed to the settee.

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought,” Heath muttered under his breath. He slid the blindfold back into place. “What’s wrong with the wedding cake?”

“It is the constellations.” Gregor shifted over Heath’s right shoulder. “My baker is havings trouble with the shapes. They are not fittings well together.”

“Fitting together how?” The picture he’d had in his mind of his and Lyric’s wedding cake didn’t involve puzzle pieces.

“If we are stackings them together, they do not flow.” Gregor sounded frustrated.

“Don’t stack them together. Arrange them on the table as they would be in the sky. So if I’m standing in the backyard at night and I look up, that’s how I want the constellations to be arranged.” Heath smiled to himself. No one would notice their placement but Lyric, and she was the only one that mattered.

There was a long moment of silence.

“But that will be ugly.” Gregor whispered the last word just like Livinia had whispered nipples.

“It’s my and Lyric’s wedding, and we will have exactly what we want.” That was final.