Becky had escaped pink for her birthday, but her mama made up for it on her wedding day. The little white chapel was an explosion of pink flowers, pink tulle, and pink ribbons. Even Furball had a pink bow around his neck. But the cat didn’t seem to mind. He pranced down the aisle on the leash Carly held like he was the bride.

Becky’s sister-in-law looked like a fairy in her pink confection of a bridesmaid’s dress. And if Carly looked like a fairy, Gracie looked like a princess. A beautiful princess who was walking down the aisle on her own.

Gracie had surprised Becky just that morning when she arrived at the ranch without a wheelchair. She still needed to use a walker, but Gracie walking was the best wedding present Becky could’ve asked for.

“You can still change your mind, little girl.”

She glanced over at her daddy, who looked extremely handsome in his tux. He also looked sad. He might be bossy, but she knew he loved her and was going to miss ordering her around. She straightened his bow tie. “I’m not going to change my mind.”

“Well, you should. You’ve known the man for less than a month and now you’re going to spend the rest of your life with him. That’s just plain crazy.”

Becky leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You know I’ve always been a little crazy, Daddy.”

The wedding march started. Her daddy rolled his eyes and held out his arm. “Then let’s get this show on the road.”

But when she moved into the aisle and saw the groom, she started to second-guess her decision to get married so quickly. With his dark hair slicked back and dressed in an expensive designer tux, Mason looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine. He did not look like he belonged in a simple white chapel getting ready to marry a stubborn cowgirl.

But then his dark eyes met hers. And in them she saw love and happiness. The same love and happiness that filled her heart. She released her daddy’s arm and strode straight down the aisle to the man she loved with all her heart. He laughed, something he’d done a lot of lately.

“So I guess you’re ready to be my bride.”

She lifted her chin and sent him a saucy look. “I was born ready.”

The ceremony didn’t take long, and before she knew it, she was Mrs. Mason Samuel Granger. They left the church, only to walk a few yards away to the tent that had been set up in the open field. The tent was as pink as the chapel. But regardless of the decorations, her mama had done a wonderful job.

Salmon was on the menu, but so were steak and barbecue. Ms. Marble had made the five-tier wedding cake with a chocolate layer just for Mason and a strawberry one for Becky. And the country music and margarita fountain didn’t stop flowing . . . until the rainstorm hit.

After weeks of heat, it wasn’t a curse as much as a blessing. The people of Bliss didn’t hesitate to enjoy it. Disregarding their wedding finery, they walked right out of the tent and into the cooling summer rain where they danced around like a bunch of crazy Texans.

Mason and Becky were right in the middle of the mayhem. Although after only one dance, Becky’s dress became so heavy she could barely kick up her pink boots. Seeing her dilemma, Mason swept her up in his arms and carried her to his SUV. When they drove under the new scrolled-metal gate of the Double G Ranch, Becky couldn’t help feeling a little guilty.

“I hope Gracie wasn’t lying when she said she wasn’t upset about us living in the house and starting our own ranch.”

Mason brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “When I talked to her at the reception, she told me it was never her dream to live here. She just wanted to make sure Lucy’s secret was kept and the diary remained in the house.” He winked at her. “I didn’t tell her that you snuck the diary out weeks ago.”

Becky laughed. “Right. And exactly when did I have time to do that? Every time I’ve been at the house, I can’t seem to get out of your bed.”

She thought he would make a suggestive remark, instead he looked stunned. “You didn’t take the diary?”

Her heart sank. “You’re not kidding? It’s gone? Lucy’s diary is gone?”

Mason parked in front of the porch. “Now calm down. I’m sure—”

She didn’t let him finish before she jumped out and hurried through the rain. It was dark inside the house, but she didn’t waste time turning on a light. She knelt in the corner and removed the boards, then reached down between the floor joists for the wooden box. She opened it to find the diary all safe and sound.

Mason strode into the room. “I realize you’re upset, Rebecca. And I take full responsibility.” He walked to the nightstand and switched on the lamp. “I should’ve put it back in the floor. I just didn’t think anyone else knew about—” He turned and froze when he saw the diary in her hands. “It’s there? But someone took it from under my pillow, and when I looked in the floor, the box was empty. Now why would someone take it and then return it?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe once they read it, they decided to keep Lucy’s secret too.”

Mason helped her to her feet. “Well, we’re not going to take another chance. We’ll need to figure out a more secure place to keep it before we go back to Austin to close down my practice.” He took the diary from her and set it on the nightstand before he pulled her into his arms. “Are you sure you’re okay with being away from Bliss for a couple months?”

She hooked her arms around his neck. “Are you sure you’re okay with moving here forever and being a rancher’s husband? Being an attorney in a small town won’t be nearly as exciting as being a divorce lawyer in a big city. People don’t get a lot of divorces here.”

He hugged her tighter. “I’m counting on that. Whether you like it or not, Mrs. Granger, you’re stuck with me.”

“There’s no other honeybee I’d rather be stuck with.” She smiled wickedly. “Now get your silk tie . . . please.”