Chapter Twenty-Two
The sun shone done on the gazebo that overlooked the small lake that bordered the Purple Heart Ranch and Vance Ranch. Woven around the structure were flowers of blushing pink and ripe plum. The flowers had come in last night, and Mac finished arranging them early this morning. The chairs were set. The altar in place. All that was missing was the bride.
It was nearing forty-eight hours since she’d left, and Lana hadn't called. She hadn't texted since she’d told him that she’d landed. That was two days ago. Mac's phone sat restless and silent in his back pocket.
He stood before the gazebo, where they were to be married later this afternoon. He tilted his face up to the sun, trying to blind the flashbacks from the last time he found himself in this predicament.
Perhaps
