Chapter One
Brodie Sinclaire stood pacing in front of the large stone fireplace that anchored the living room of the Big House. Even though he’d grown up here, he could count on his hands the number of times his family had gathered here. They’d always been more of a front porch family. Fine by him. The living room felt… confining. As confining as the starched shirt and fancy onyx and silver cufflinks he wore.
But hell, today was his oldest brother Blake’s wedding. He’d do whatever was asked of him. Including wait patiently in front of the fireplace with his soon to be sister-in-law’s wedding ring tucked safely away in his pocket. He could do this. Today of all days, he – Brodie Sinclaire, town clown and target for gossip, would get this right. He’d f****d up a lot of things in his twenty
