Everything was set.

The pastor had agreed to perform the double wedding, Mrs. Gregory had gotten the approval for the street dance reception, and the girls had finalized the guest list. All that was left was for them to get their wedding dresses and submit the wedding announcements to the newspaper.

Evan heard the girls talking as he walked down the hall even though their words were low and unclear.

“You know we’re going to have to pick a dress off the rack for this to take place in two weeks, right?” Kayla asked.

“I know. What if we can’t? Are you okay with getting married in jeans?” Ginger asked.

“I know Mitch would be,” Kayla replied.

“Evan too.”

“Evan too what?” he asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“You’d be happy for us to get married in jeans.” Ginger wrapped her arms around him.

“Darlin’, I’ll wear whatever you want, and you know I don’t care what you wear. Make yourself happy, all right? Does this mean we have a date?”

She nodded. “Two weeks from tomorrow.”

“Sounds perfect.” He kissed her temple. “Where’s Mitchell?”

“Washing Shelby, I think,” Kayla said. “What time are we leaving?”

“I need to check in with the station and wash Betty, then I’ll be ready to go. God, I hate that Nathan isn’t back here yet. I hope Jeff Applegate can hold everything together this weekend. Hopefully, it’ll be calm,” Evan said with a sigh. He walked outside as he connected a call to the department.

Mitchell was drying Shelby when Evan walked toward the car. “You need this?” Mitchell asked pointing at the car washing supplies.

“Yes. Would you pull Betty out while I finish with the station?” He threw Mitchell his keys.

Mitchell revved Betty’s engine just as Evan said, “Jeff, you have my cell if you need me. I’ll be back in town on Sunday and will call you when I get home. If anything happens, call me. Sheriff Cahill knows I’m out of town and will help any way he can, thank you.” Evan disconnected the call. “Damn, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that sound,” he said as Mitchell got out of Betty.

“I think we ought to take the cars to the old drag strip. Do you think they’ll let us in?” Mitchell asked.

“I’ve been thinking the same thing, but haven’t had time to call. I’ll check into it next week,” Evan said. He washed Betty so they could get on the road. The drive was a little more than an hour, but with weekend summer traffic it could be longer. By early afternoon, they were loaded up and on the road.

“Since we have a date, I’m going to give the blog permission to print the wedding announcement, okay?” Ginger casually asked.

Evan gritted his teeth to the point he thought one would break as he thought through all the scenarios of releasing the announcement. Finally, he rubbed his jaw. “God, I can’t believe I’m getting ready to suggest this, but send it. It may piss your stalker off and draw him out. The ceremony is private, and we’ll have extra security at the reception, so this may be the perfect time to get him. You’ll be with me, Nathan, or Sam at all times.”

“What? You’re wanting to use our wedding as a sting operation? Are you serious?” The pitch of Ginger’s voice was something Evan hadn’t heard before.

“Think about it, Gin. It’s perfect. We get him, and all this shit stops. You can relax and enjoy the pregnancy. You can leave the ranch without Mitchell or me, and I won’t have to worry so much. Darlin’, it’s a win-win for both of us. What do you say?”

Ginger looked out the passenger window. When Evan took her hand, she turned toward him as he brought the back of it to his lips. That melted her every time, and he saw her squeeze her legs together. “What makes you think he’ll come out of hiding from the announcement?”

“He sent the picture of Nathan and me to that same blog, correct?”

“Yes,” she quietly said.

“Obviously, he follows it to see what you’re doing or where you are. He’ll see it. By the way, don’t write articles about this weekend until we get home, okay? That way he won’t know where you are.”

“That makes sense. I’ll send it for her to run tomorrow.”

“Not tomorrow. Let’s wait until next week so I can make sure everything is in place, and I know what the layout of the reception will look like.” Evan gave her a reassuring smile. “Gin, he won’t get near you. I promise.”

Ginger sent a text to the girl she worked with at the lifestyle blog with approval to run the announcement next week as well as the date. “This makes it feel official,” she said with a grin.

Evan squeezed her hand. “That’s because it is.”