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happy.” She gathered them in for a group hug. “One of these days
I’m going to find someone to love, someone who will love me just the way I am.
I might have to rope him to get his attention, but once I do—I’m never letting
him go.”

 
     
      
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER ONE
               
     
     
                Tebow Ranch was celebrating. The stately main house
which had been the McCoys home for decades was ablaze
with lights. Garlands of white flowers interwoven with ivy were draped over the
thick, wooden banisters and wrapped around the heavy stone posts. Tiny twinkling
white lights were entwined among the branches of the giant oak trees which
dotted the landscape. The grand pavilion near the river’s edge was decorated
with gladiolas, lilies, roses, and orange blossoms. Dozens of gaily set round
tables were ready for friends and family. The whole vast vista of green rolling
hill country had been transformed into a romantic wonderland for this special
occasion.
    One
of the most anticipated weddings in many peoples’ memories was in full swing.
Joy filled the air as Isaac McCoy took Avery Sinclair’s hand and looked deep
into her eyes, the love on his face evident for all to see. And to top it off,
Avery’s father was officiating at the ceremony.
    Cato
didn’t know if it was just for her or if the McCoys had other hearing impaired friends, but a woman was performing beautiful
interpretive sign language to accompany the music. She couldn’t hear it, but
Cato knew strains of Elvis Presley’s Can’t Help Falling in Love With You was touching the heart of every woman in the
room. She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye as she watched the happy
couple exchange their vows.
    Avery
was radiant in a white lace gown which made her look like a princess with a
Juliet style veil and train. Any woman who could have a man look at her the way
Isaac was eating Avery up with his eyes would be the luckiest woman in Dixie.
Cato vowed that one day—hell or high water—she would find a man who could love
her just as much as Isaac loved Avery.  
    Not
wanting to miss a thing, Cato sat up near the front and to the side so she
could read the pastor’s lips. From the first moment she’d met Avery, Cato had
adored her. They’d had a blast visiting The Myrtles plantation in St. Francisville . Avery planned to use the haunted antebellum
home as a setting for a romance novel she was writing. It had shocked Cato to
learn that sweet, seemingly innocent, Avery Sinclair, was the erotic romance
writer Sable Hunter. Cato couldn’t count the times she’d gone to bed with one
of Sable’s hot stories for company. “I need a man,” she mumbled under her
breath. Cato was ready to replace the fantasies in the books with a real live
man between her sheets.  
               
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together in the sight of God to join this
couple in Holy Matrimony.”
               
Isaac reached out and tenderly pushed a strand of hair from Avery’s cheek. “I
love you,” he said. Cato didn’t know if he’d whispered the words or spoke them
out loud. How he said them didn’t matter, it was still the most romantic thing
she’d ever seen. Cato felt her heart pinch with envy. Oh, not that she resented
Avery for finding her true love. Cato just wanted one of her own. Actually, a
wedding wasn’t bad scouting ground for a husband, especially a McCoy wedding.
Gazing around, she took note of the guests. God, there were a lot of good
looking men in this crowd. Some of them she’d already met, but there were a few
new faces. Perhaps the reception would prove to be a good time to scope out
eligible men. All of the unmarried McCoy brothers were already claimed, as were
many of their friends, but maybe there were a few mavericks floating around. Mavericks …Cato
smiled, amused at herself. She’d only be in Texas a week or two and she was
already using cowboy lingo.