Chapter Two
“I don’t want the tiara. Everyone says my hair looks much better like this.” Sharon almost pushed Tony out the door of the beauty parlor.
“If she wasn’t my sister, and it wasn’t her wedding day, I might just scream right about now,” Tony said.
“But you had nothing else to do this morning except drive a couple hundred miles to get the tiara she doesn’t want,” teased Josh.
“Yeah. Let’s get to the farm so I can get changed and we can both eat breakfast. Damn it, I’m starving.”
Josh nodded. Food sounded good to him, too. And coffee. Buckets of coffee.
Platters of bagels with ham, cheese, and tomato had been set out in one of the tents, so while Tony went and got changed, Josh filled a plate for each of them and collected a couple cups of coffee each as well. Then he picked up
