Lyric and Lingerie (Fort Worth Wranglers 1)

“Hold on, darlin’,” he murmured to himself. “I’m coming for you.

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“Lyric, maybe I was wrong.” Harmony’s voice was soft, her look full of sadness and regret. The royal-blue bridesmaid’s dress she wore looked magnificent on her. “Maybe we should think about cancelling.”

Pink, yellow, and peach roses draped the arbor she was standing under and scented the air.

“We’re not cancelling.” Now that Lyric believed that Heath loved her, she refused to believe that it wasn’t coming. She held the giant bouquet of daisies that he’d picked out for her and stared out over the rows and rows of white chairs holding all of the wedding guests.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to be the one to do it. I can—”

“He’ll be here, Harmony.” She’d never been more sure of anything in her life.

“How do you know?”

“Because, as you reminded me not that long ago, Heath is an idiot. But he’s my idiot. And he loves me. He’ll be here.” Lyric had moved heaven and earth to get just the right Agent Provocateur to wear under her wedding dress. He’d better like it, because she could barely breath.

Her sister nodded, but she still didn’t look convinced as she glanced at her phone for the tenth time in as many minutes. In fact, she looked downright worried.

Lyric wished she could calm her down, wished she could convince her that it was all going to be okay. But the truth was, she had no proof that it actually would be okay. There was no evidence, not even one little text, that pointed to the fact that Heath was on his way.

And yet … and yet, she knew. It was as simple as that. Standing here, wearing the dress he’d picked out for her, surrounded by the beautiful, and sometimes strange, choices he’d made for their wedding, she could feel his love for her. Every single decision he’d made had been made with her in mind. And every single one was right on … well, except for the doves. Those were totally him.

She especially loved her wedding cake. It took up three tables and could easily have fed five hundred, but that was to be expected when your future husband tried to give you the entire universe.

She just hoped she’d get the chance to give him the same.

“Lyric, baby.” This time it was her father who was staring down at her, concern in his eyes that were so like her own. He’d worked so hard to be here to walk her down the aisle, and she hated seeing the doubt on his face.

“I know you have faith in Heath, and I believe he would be here if he could. But maybe …” The last of his words were drowned out by the thwap thwap thwap of a helicopter’s blades.

“Damn paparazzi.” He jabbed his cane in the air like he could use it to take down the helicopter. “I’ll get security on it right now.”

The helicopter landed in the open space that separated her parents’ house from the rest of the working ranch. Her father shaded his eyes from the sun. “What the hell?”

She couldn’t see Heath on board, but still her heart beat faster. Her palms started to sweat. Because she knew—she knew—that Heath was here.

Sure enough, the door popped open, and out stepped the love of her life. His hair was still too long, and he had three days’ worth of stubble on his cut-glass jaw, but he was here. And he was in a suit.

She took both as very good signs.

And then she was running—up the aisle, across the patio, past the pool, and through the gate—to get to him. He didn’t quite meet her halfway, but he did give it the old Wranglers try.

“Lyric—”

“Heath—”

“I’m sorry—”

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry. You don’t have anything to apologize for.” She reached up, cupped his cheeks in her hands. And just looked at him for several long seconds.

“I knew you’d come.”

“I’m sorry I was late. I’ve been avoiding ESPN—and pretty much every other channel on the planet. I didn’t see your interview until it was almost too late.” He held her too tightly against him.

“That’s okay. It was a long shot anyway.” She was messing with him.

“It was a long shot.” Suddenly, he looked furious, which was so not the look she’d anticipated from him when he finally showed up. “What were you thinking? What if I hadn’t seen it? What if you’d been standing here all night and I hadn’t shown up? I never would have forgiven myself for missing our wedding. Or for hurting you more than I already have.”