Chapter Eighteen
Sara took in all the cars, the pickups parked out front of her parents’ ranch house. It seemed everyone was there.
As Devon parked their newish gray four-door compact and turned off the engine, Sara glanced over to him. He had said very little to her, and she sensed he was taking this order to attend the ranch far too lightly. She had thrown on blue jeans and a loose gray top that fit her mood.
“You still believe we’re going to be in and out?” she said.
He shrugged and smiled. “Don’t worry. I told you we’re getting married today. End of story. Come on, let’s go. The quicker we get in there and do the talking thing, the quicker we can leave.”
She stared at Devon as she stepped out of the vehicle. She couldn’t get past the way he was talking. For a moment, she wondered
