Meet Me at the Chapel by Joanna Sims Page B

if he was saying it to himself instead of saying it to her.
    He stopped talking then, and it took her a couple of minutes to figure out what she should say to him.
    â€œWe all need to vent sometimes, Brock.” She uncrossed her arms to briefly touch his hand. “All it means is that you’re human. I was there to be a sounding board—and I promise you, I’m not a reflective material. What you said won’t be repeated.”

Chapter Seven
    â€œW hat do you think of these?” Taylor was modeling a pair of Vogue eyeglass frames.
    Casey was in charge of pushing Penny’s stroller, carrying Hercules on her arm and providing honest feedback for eyeglass frames.
    She wrinkled her nose a bit and shook her head. “Uh-uh.”
    â€œReally?” Taylor looked at her reflection in the little mirror on the eyeglass display. “I thought they made me look sophisticated.”
    â€œUh-uh,” Casey repeated.
    Taylor took off the frames and put them back on the display. “I’ve tried on almost all of the ones I like. I have to find something—turns out I’m blind as a flippin’ bat!”
    â€œWhat about these?” Casey handed her sister a pair of rimless frames.
    â€œAnd the doctor tells me that I’m right on schedule—that when most people hit forty, their lens hardens and becomes less flexible. As if that really helps! Any way you slice it, I’m getting old.” Taylor tilted her head and studied her reflection. “These aren’t so bad. What do you think?”
    Casey took a nice long look at her sister before she nodded and said, “Those are the ones.”
    Taylor got fitted for her glasses and then they decided to stop for a bite to get a caffeine infusion before Casey headed back to Brock’s ranch. Taylor moved her straw around in her iced coffee, took several sips and then said, “When I talked to Aunt Barb yesterday, she said that you borrowed one of her picnic baskets to have a picnic with Brock?”
    Casey knew that information traveled quickly in the family, and she hadn’t told Aunt Barb not to mention the picnic basket. Why would she? She wasn’t doing anything wrong, after all.
    Taylor continued, “I guess I was just surprised that you would be spending so much time with someone you know has been a really negative person in my life. It’s one thing to stay on his ranch and work with his daughter—but a picnic?” Her sister shook her head with a frown. “I just don’t know why you would do that.”
    Casey was holding her niece, making her smile and laugh by playing peekaboo. “Tay—I’m trying to stay out of the middle of the family feud. I know that Clint and Brock have a problem with each other, but why does that mean that I can’t have him as a friend? He’s been really good to me, actually. And, as my sister, I would think that that would mean something to you.”
    She could tell that her words had struck a chord with her sister, but not enough to swing her opinion about Brock. Taylor shook her head and looked away, her brow furrowed. “I don’t even understand what you would have in common with him. He’s so...stuffy.”
    â€œHe’s not stuffy,” Casey blurted out too quickly not to be noticed by her sister’s keen ears.
    â€œHuh...” Her sister put her drink down on the table harder than necessary. “That sounded awfully defensive.”
    â€œI’m not being defensive,” Casey said in a singsongy voice while smiling at her sweet niece. “Am I, Penelope? No, I’m not...”
    â€œIs there something going on between the two of you?”
    Casey held up her niece and smelled her. “Wooo! Penny! You stink. Here, Momma. This little piggy needs to go home and get changed.”
    Taylor took her daughter. “Nice try. What gives?”
    They both stood up and prepared to drive the short distance to