Chapter Seventeen
Warmth spread across Lana's shoulder blades. She turned with a smile on her face, preparing to greet the source. Instead of warm, virile man, she met with the rays of the morning's sunlight.
Mac was gone. He’d stayed until late in the night. They'd chosen a font for the upcoming double wedding. Then moved onto writing the words for the invitations that would be printed in the chosen font. From what Lana knew of Keaton, who liked to plan, and Grizz, who liked to brood, Lana thought she'd helped make a good decision with the word choice. There were the details—date, time, place—written in bold. The dress code stated come-as-you-are, as though urging guests to think deeply about their attire.
After the invitations, Lana had assumed the rest of the night would be devoted t
