Read Meet Me at the Chapel for Free Online Page B

been cleared to drink wine.
    Casey sat down at the breakfast bar while her sister got the wineglasses.
    â€œRed or white?” Taylor asked her from the open refrigerator.
    â€œEither—as long as it’s not too dry.”
    Taylor held up a bottle for her to see. “How about this?”
    Casey gave her the “okay” sign; generous portions of wine were poured and the two of them moved to the cozy family room next to the kitchen. Taylor immediately coaxed Hercules onto her lap, and the micro-poodle didn’t hesitate to abandon her owner for a novel lap.
    â€œTraitor,” Casey said to her canine companion.
    â€œHere’s to a great summer.” Taylor touched her glass to hers.
    â€œTo a great summer.” She took several large gulps of the wine. Taylor hadn’t even asked her about the rental truck.
    Her sister curled her legs to the side, leaned into the couch cushion and smiled happily at her. “I am so happy to see you.”
    â€œYou may not feel that way in a minute.”
    Taylor’s eyebrows dropped and her pretty blue eyes registered confusion. “What are you talking about?”
    Casey downed the rest of her wine. One of her most intense childhood memories was the time that she decapitated Taylor’s favorite Barbie doll and then flushed the head just to see if it would indeed flush. It had. And Taylor had gone absolutely crazy-town ballistic on her and then stopped speaking to her for a month. Granted, they were kids when that happened. But then again, this was much worse than decapitating Barbie. Much worse.

Chapter Four
    H er sister’s reaction to the news that her belongings were trapped in a tipped-over truck on the side of the road was not at all what she had anticipated. Taylor wasn’t angry. Taylor wasn’t looking to blame her. Instead, her sister was simply grateful that Casey and Hercules were okay. Taylor had always had a flair for the dramatic, and this change in her was unexpected, but it was a change for the better. Perhaps it was the fact that she was a mother now; or perhaps it was because she had already lost one of the most valuable gifts she had ever been given—Penelope’s twin brother, Michael, had died soon after he was born. Casey hadn’t experienced it, but she didn’t have to experience something to understand that losing a child, an infant, could change a person forever.
    â€œAre you sure you don’t want to stay with us? Clint and I both want you to stay,” Taylor asked her as they walked together along the brick walkway that led to the driveway.
    She’d been in Montana for a week already, and so much had happened: the Beast had been towed into town, her travel trunk and Taylor’s boxes had been recovered and Clint had arrived home with his arm in a sling and loaded up on pain medication. According to the doctors in Texas, Clint’s healing time would be roughly a month or two, but he wouldn’t be fit to get back on a bull. He was grounded for the entire summer, at least.
    Casey, who was holding her niece in her arms, was too busy nuzzling Penny’s sweet-smelling neck to pay full attention to her sister. “Mmm, you have that new baby smell, Penny.” She hugged her niece, not wanting to let her go. Casey smiled at her sister. “Babies! They always smell so good . I wish I could bottle this smell and take it with me.”
    â€œCasey! Please, stop ignoring me. You came all the way to Montana to be with Penny and me, and I feel like deep down inside you think that we don’t want you here because Clint is home. And that’s not the case at all.”
    Casey smooched her niece all over her face one last time before she said, “Trade.”
    Taylor frowned at her as they traded babies—her sister handed over Hercules and she handed over Penny.
    â€œI don’t think you’re kicking me out, Tay. I know you want me to stay. I know Clint is sincere when