“So, Bryn and Gracie…do you understand what your job is tomorrow?” Just after the rehearsal in the meadow ended, Hayley crouched down so she was at the little girls’ level. Jess was now stuck in St. Louis, so it was up to her to make sure the flower girls were all set for tomorrow.
“Yup.” Bryn nodded. “We do two thumbs-ups and walk to Decker. Oh, and we toss the flower petals.”
“Gently,” Gracie added. “And we have to smile.”
“But we don’t feel like smiling right now.” Bryn’s voice was soft, sad.
Hayley looked into her watery eyes. “Why not?”
“Daddy and Nana had mad words before, and now Daddy’s grumpy.”
Hayley glanced at Daniel, but he wasn’t paying them any attention at the moment. She realized she didn’t know him well enough to have any idea what his version of a bad mood looked like, but felt like she should somehow reassure the girls. “Y’know, your daddy doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who stays grumpy for long. I bet he’ll be fine in a while.”
“Maybe,” Bryn allowed.
As she ducked her little head, Hayley noticed her intricate braids. Wow. Someone in the downtown salon had some serious hair skills. “Who did your beautiful braids, Bryn?”
“Daddy did.”
“Really?” Hayley looked at the swoops and swirls of hair, expertly twisted and pinned. Daniel had done this?
Gracie touched her own braids carefully. “He learned it on the computer, but we had to practice a lot.”
“I bet you did. That is some amazing hair.” She glanced at Daniel, who was still talking with Cole. Apparently they were in no hurry to get inside.
Hayley reached out and hugged Bryn’s shoulders, then did the same with Gracie. “Well, you both look beautiful, and you know what I know? Tonight’s supposed to be lots of fun, and I think we should get started on the fun part!”
“Okay!” They both squeezed her hands, and Hayley felt a quick rush of emotion she hadn’t experienced since…a long, long time ago as they fitted their little hands into hers.
She squeezed back. “Want to skip to the lodge?”
Gracie pumped her fist. “Can we sing, too? Let’s do the whiskers on kittens one!”
“Like Daddy sings it!” Bryn grinned.
Hayley sneaked another glance at Daniel, taking in the man she’d spent the entire night talking with just days ago. He muscled horses for a living, and had the physique to prove it—but braided his girls’ hair like a pro and sang with them to The Sound of Music soundtrack.
She shook her head to clear it. She didn’t want to be impressed by him. Didn’t want to look at that muscled chest and trim waist in his dress clothes one more time and wonder what he might look like with a few buttons undone. Definitely didn’t want to imagine what might have happened the other morning had Cole not come into the barn when he did.
And definitely didn’t want to fall for these sweet little girls she’d only known for hours, especially if they might disappear.
“Oh, there they go again.” Daniel cringed as Hayley and the girls set off skipping, then ended up falling into an ungainly pile in the grass. “Gracie and Bryn seem to have the ability to knock that poor woman off her feet every time they get near her.”
Cole laughed quietly, elbowing Decker. “If I’m not mistaken, they’re not the only ones knocking her off her feet.”
“You think?” Decker bounced his eyebrows up and down. “I gotta say, I never saw her blush once last summer, but every time she’s around Danny-boy here, those cheeks go flaming. Don’t let Kyla get wind of it, or she’ll start doing the matchmaker thing.”
“Well, I won’t tell her if you don’t.” Daniel looked over at Hayley, who was once again untangling her legs from those of his girls.
“How much you wanna bet they called her ‘legs’ in high school?” Cole raised his eyebrows.
“Not taking bets.” Daniel tore his eyes away from her.
“Well,” Decker said, “if you decide you are interested, I’m sure Kyla can give you the full scoop on her.”
“I’d prefer to figure out the scoop myself, thanks.”
Dammit. He’d just said that out loud.
Cole and Decker were both silent for a long moment, but Daniel could tell they were both holding back grins. Great. How had that come out of his mouth?
He shook his head. “I meant that if I was interested, I’d prefer—”
Decker clapped him on the shoulder. “Sure, buddy. We getcha. You’re not interested. Neither is she. So we’ll try to ignore how hard the two of you are working to make sure we all know it.”
Daniel sighed. Sometimes it kind of sucked to have friends who could see right through you.
He watched Hayley pick herself up off the grass and reach down for Bryn and Gracie. “She’s crazy. If the two of them don’t help her break an ankle before tomorrow, I’ll be surprised.” He breathed a sigh of relief when they reached the wide back porch and bounced up the stairs together, disappearing through the French doors, fractures averted.
Now, if he could make his eyes stop tracking her every move, he’d feel a lot better.
Decker put on his hat and started for the house. “I’m gonna go play adoring bridegroom, but you two can stay out here if you want to. I can handle the ladies myself.”
When he was out of earshot, Cole reached behind the makeshift altar and pulled out a cooler. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a cold one. You’re not in a hurry to go in there, are you?” He handed a beer to Daniel, and they sat back against the hay bales stacked against the altar. “They’ll come find us if they need us.”
“We avoidance-drinking?”
“You know the minute we go through those doors, Ma’ll have us hauling stuff around.”
“Again?” Daniel took a slug of his beer. “There’s nothing left to haul, is there?”
“Won’t matter.”
Cole took a drink of his own beer, looking across the valley. He was silent for a minute, then shifted his eyes toward Daniel. “So what about you? Think you’ll ever get married again?”
Daniel shook his head firmly, trying to get the picture of Hayley’s just-kissed lips out of his head. “No.”
“Never?”
“Never. I had Katie. She was—amazing. And she gave me Gracie and Bryn. I could never find something like that with someone else. Wouldn’t even want to try to.”
Right?
Cole was silent for a long moment. “Do you ever think someday it might get lonely?”
Ha. Lonely. It was lonely every damn day. That part didn’t get better with time. The part where it felt like his ribs got sliced through with a carving knife every time he breathed had finally eased in the past six months, but the dull ache that came with every memory of Katie? No. That felt like it would never go away.
But that was okay, because it was all he had left. That and pictures. And his beautiful daughters, who had her eyes and her sweet temperament. Most men didn’t ever get to have what he’d had, and he never went a day without feeling grateful for it all.
Nobody found that kind of love twice. And anytime he even thought about the possibility, all he could picture was Katie, and what she would think of him replacing her, and that just hurt like hell. She didn’t deserve that. These—these feelings he was having for Hayley were just a symptom of overtiredness mixed with the crazy emotions of a best friend’s wedding.
Simple as that.
Daniel cleared his throat, chasing the thoughts away. “It’s a little impossible to be lonely in my house.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I know.” He took a slug of his beer. “But think about it. Here I am—I get to—I don’t know, smell the grass, get to watch the sunset, get to—be a parent. Katie only got that for five short years, and one of them was hell. So how would it be fair for me to go off and find someone else? She doesn’t get to even live.”
Cole nodded his head thoughtfully. “I get that. But—”
“No buts.”
“It doesn’t mean you have to give up your rights to be happy for the rest of your life, Danny.”
“I’m perfectly happy.”
“I know. But happy as in happy in a relationship, a marriage, something.”
Daniel sighed. “I don’t think I can explain it.”
“I’m not asking you to.” Cole tipped his bottle to his lips and took a drink, looking toward the lodge, where music was cranking up. “And maybe I’ve got a case of the weddings or something.”
“It’s going around.”
“For what it’s worth, I think Katie would want you to be happy. I don’t think she’d want you to play monk for the rest of your life.”
“Well, we didn’t have time for that discussion, unfortunately—and I can’t ask her now, can I?”
Daniel cleared his throat.
Dammit.
“I’m sorry, man. Outta line. I’m done.”
“I know you mean well. I’m happy. Had my happily-ever-after thing. I don’t need a woman in my life. Soon enough, I’ll be overrun by them, anyway.”
Right?
“Okay.” Cole drained his beer. “But I do feel obliged to warn you that when Hayley’s around, it doesn’t look like your eyes are seeing much else.”