Chapter 2

Maybe you can help her find someone out here and then she’ll stay and you’ll have your best friend. Everything will be okay. Everything will be like it was eight months ago….except you’re married. To a man.

“Ah, there you are,” a deep baritone interrupted, cutting off Opal’s next no doubt optimistic remark. Mica glanced—you’re staring and maybe drooling a little—over his best friend’s shoulder at the cowboy standing a few feet away. Your husband. His mouth went dry. Husband…oh my…how long until I get used to that term? Or the ring? Mica absently fingered the gold band. “I was wondering where you’d gotten off to.” There was a mischievous twinkle in his bluer than blue eyes. “Do I need to be worried about you two?”