Cache tugged at the tie around his neck, wishing Dave had chosen a normal tie for his groomsmen. Of course, Cache knew Dave hadn’t really chosen anything for the wedding, so he should be blaming Sissy for the agonizingly tight bowtie currently cutting off his air supply.
He’d been back in town for a couple of days, and life had gone on as normal on the ranch. Karla hadn’t stayed long in Shiloh Ridge, but Cache had hung around while his father proposed to Brenda. They’d had a big dinner celebration at the ranch, where Cache had met the owner, Bear Glover. And then a smaller shindig at his dad’s cabin the night before he’d left.
He liked the air much better in California, and it was all because it was the same oxygen Karla breathed.
Sissy had paired him with her to walk down the aisle, an
