Lance sat next to Amber at the wedding, his own nerves about to launch him out of the seat. The man her sister had hired to marry them had about as much enthusiasm as a potato, and Lance had nodded off at least three times.
Then he’d remember what he had in his pocket, and his adrenaline would roar back to life.
Amber couldn’t get engaged until JJ got married. No problem. She’d be married any minute now, if the preacher would get to the point of this shindig. Then Lance could ask Amber to be his wife, and they could start planning their lives together.
She had a meeting with her boss tomorrow, and he didn’t think it would go well. Amber had assured him that she would be coming back to California whether she had a job or not, but he really didn’t want it to come to that.
“I do,” Hank fi
