sooner, but it’ll take at least that long to line up a caterer and get things arranged. It’ll be a true Texas wedding with all the trimmings and I’m spending every dime we’ve saved for it. The guest list is going to be huge and I’ve already called Marcella.”
“Four weeks from today is Saturday and I’m not closing Chicken Fried.” Jasmine’s headache approached a full- blown migraine.
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my reception on Tuesday morning at ten o’clock you’ll close that damned restaurant and come to it, young lady. And you’d better have a decent dress for the wedding. Not some hooker dress like you had on in that wedding tonight.”
Jasmine shut her eyes. She had a month to come up with a decent dress to wear to another farce or her mother would pick out a ridiculously fancy dress with a train that stretched from Amarillo to Beaumont.
Ace chuckled and she snapped her eyes open long enough to give him a go- to- hell look that meant to leave nothing but a silver belt buckle and pearl snaps on the fancy velvet sofa.
“Did you hear me?” Kelly King said.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jasmine barked then softened her voice and said with sugary sweet sarcasm, “Momma, could we have the wedding on the first Sunday afternoon in July? You choose the place and the hours. We’ll come home to Sherman Saturday as soon as I close Chicken Fried and stay ’til the last dog’s dead at the reception.
I’ll bring the dress.”
“I’m looking at a calendar and Sunday, July 1 is out of the question. Your father is scheduled for a confer-ence in Boston. We’ll have it on July 8,” Kelly huffed.
“What’s done can’t be undone. Tell my new son that I’m lookin’ forward to meeting him. And I will have a backup dress on hand in case you show up with something too plain.”
Jasmine rolled her eyes and said very slowly with gritted teeth, “I will tell Ace, Momma.”
Ace threw an arm around her shoulder. “That sounded horrible.”
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“It was. In one month we are having a wedding reception that will straighten every blond curl on your head, and we will be getting married again in the great state of Texas because if the marriage license doesn’t have Texas across the top then it’s not good for anything but to put out in the outhouse to use when you run out of toilet paper.”
He groaned. “Dammit! Jazzy, I’m sorry. Just tell her no, that we’re already married and it is legal.”
“It’s complicated and she is right. I do know how long she’s waited for this and how important this wedding is to her. I’m her only child and she didn’t have a big wedding, so she’s always said mine would make up for hers. I told you it would be hell to pay!
Momma will invite everyone in the state of Texas including the governor if she can get Daddy to make the call. And if you think this is a mess, wait until we file for divorce.”
“Your Momma goin’ to put out a hit on me?” Ace groaned.
She pointed. “Probably. She might even hire Cole to do the killin’. And you can bet your sexy little ass that she wil start in on me the week after the Texas wedding about my biological clock ticking and wanting a grandchild. She’ll say I owe her one because Pearl got married the right way in Texas and she’s already giving Tess twin boys so we’ll have to deal with that too.” He wiggled an eyebrow and glanced at the king- sized bed. “Does that mean?”
“It means you can sleep on your side and I’ll stay on mine. It means nothing has changed,” she said. “I don’t do booty calls for friends.”
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“Well, at least you are still calling me a friend and you said my ass was sexy.” He laughed.
His phone rang and he