Prairie Redemption_Cowboys of the Flint Hills by Tessa Layne

Author:Tessa Layne [Layne, Tessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781948526043
Publisher: Shady Layne Media
Published: 2018-11-19T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“You almost ready, sis?” Lydia’s voice drifted up the stairs. “We’re gonna be late if you don’t get your rear in gear.”

Carolina fought a sigh, and checked her reflection one last time in the vanity mirror. Maybe she could feign illness? Anything to get out of today’s Posse Party for Emma Sinclaire and Millie Prescott. But it would be bad form to blow off the wedding shower her mother and the other matrons in town had worked so hard on. Besides, one scrutinizing look from her sisters, and they’d have her number. She was the world’s worst faker. Somehow, she’d have to plaster on a smile and force herself to get through the next three hours.

“Caro? Are you okay?” Cassie called.

“No. Not at all,” she muttered, stomach hollowing at the thought of seeing her friends giddy with happiness. She’d been dreading this day for weeks. Emma and Millie were just the latest in the ongoing wedding and baby boom taking over Prairie. And while she was truly happy for them, every wedding, every engagement party, twisted the knife a little deeper in her own heart. She was literally the last single girl in Prairie. At least that’s what it felt like. Twice, she’d been in line for happily ever after, and twice it had been snatched from her. She either had bad judgment, bad luck, or both. Both, considering how she’d mucked things up with Cody. His words from their last conversation rattled in her head. And we will fuck, Carolina.

Ha. She made a doubtful noise in her throat and shook her head. She couldn’t even talk to him, let alone anything else, thanks to the burning shame she experienced every time she laid eyes on him. And she hated that. Hated that in spite of her mixed up feelings, she missed him. The way he made her laugh, or flirted with her, even the way he called her out.

“Carolina, do not make me waddle up those stairs,” Lydia called with a note of warning.

“Coming,” she hollered back, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. It could be worse. It could be a funeral.

Grabbing the tissue stuffed gift-bag off her bed, she headed downstairs to meet her sisters, forcing herself to smile all the way down. By the time she reached them in the front entryway, her smile felt somewhat natural.

Lydia wrapped an arm around her, no longer able to give her a full-on hug, thanks to her burgeoning belly. “I know this can’t be easy for you, but it will be fun. These Posse parties are cruh-azy.”

Cassie nodded vigorously. “Maddie Sinclaire told me that Mama and Gloria McPherson decorated the front porch with pink penises the first time they did this.”

“And they got tiddly.” Lydia giggled.

“Are you kidding? Mama got tipsy?”

“Swear to God.” Lydia raised her right hand. “Cass, you have the shoes?”

“Already in the truck.”

Lydia was one of the most creative people Carolina knew. And the most generous. She’d made wedding shoes, or in some cases, boots, for everyone in Prairie she knew was getting married.

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