Well, that’s one more Campbell married off.”

Kyle Malory heard his brother’s drawl as Ray stepped beside him, a longneck held in relaxed fingers.

Ray and Kyle looked to where Callie and Ross danced their first dance as man and wife. Ross had his hand on Callie’s bared back, the pair two-stepping in perfect balance to the band’s rollicking tune. Ross wore cowboy boots under his tux pants; Callie, satin slippers that went with her body-hugging white silk gown. No tulle in sight.

They looked like the perfect fairy-tale couple, Western style. Good for Ross, nabbing the best girl in town.

“The Malorys are gonna have to catch up,” Ray said after a sip of beer.

“Grace is taking care of that for us,” Kyle reminded him. “We’re not all lonely losers.”

“Speak for yourself. Grace married a Campbell, officially helping the rivals.”

“A Sullivan.” Kyle glanced to where Carter sat with Grace, their son on his lap, starry-eyed daughter at his side. “But you’re right—Carter’s a Campbell now. He got sucked in. So did Grace.”

Grace wiped drool from baby Zach’s mouth with a tissue and said something to Carter, laughing when Carter responded.

Kyle had never seen his sister look so happy. It made him warm and fuzzy inside, but that might just be the large number of beers he’d already consumed.

“Lucy is off being a businesswoman,” Ray said. “So it’s up to us to fill the house with kids.”

Kyle turned his head to stare at his brother. “What’s got you so sentimental? I thought only the ladies were teary-eyed at weddings.”

Ray gazed at the couples joining the dance. “Getting older, I guess.”

Adam and Bailey swung in. Then Grant and Christina. Carter and Grace, Carter still holding his son. Tyler and Jess. Olivia Campbell with the banker, Mr. Carew. Hmm, Kyle thought, narrowing his eyes.

Faith and Dominic danced too, twirling each other in playful imitation of the adults.

Kyle saw Manny Judd, cleaned up in a suit, shyly asking Deputy Harrison’s younger sister, who was still in high school, to dance. Ross had really helped Manny, taking him under his wing.

The young woman returned Manny’s smile, equally as shy, and let him lead her out. Harrison watched carefully, but didn’t interfere or look like he disapproved.

Kyle felt eyes on him—not Ray, who was watching the dancing with a wistful look that bordered on maudlin.

Kyle turned his head and saw Anna Lawler’s blue gaze fixed upon him.

She’d wound her braided blond hair around the crown of her head, which made her look a like an old-fashioned milkmaid. Instead of her usual jeans and work boots, she wore a satiny dress of dark blue that clung to her curves and bared a nice amount of leg.

Anna caught Kyle’s stare and flushed a deep red, but she didn’t look away, defiance in her eyes.

Kyle gave her a little nod, acknowledging that yes, he was staring at her. Anna held his gaze a while longer then coolly turned away. Whatever, her body language said.

“Huh.”

Ray’s grunt made Kyle jerk his attention from Anna. His brother’s green eyes held mirth and a knowing look.

“What?” Kyle asked in irritation.

Ray pretended innocence, comical in a man as bulky and mean-looking as he was. “Nothing. I only said huh.”

“Keep your huhs to yourself. I am not interested in Anna Lawler.”

“If you say so.”

Kyle snapped his mouth shut, knowing more words would only add fuel to Ray’s fire.

The Campbell brothers smiled down at their wives, and their ladies wrapped arms around them, contented and obviously in love. How the hell did the dirtbag Campbells get so lucky?

Karen Marvin two-stepped very close to her cowboy of choice tonight, a young bull rider who couldn’t be much above drinking age. Anna watched the dancing, tapping her foot in a petite, high-heeled shoe.

“Go on.” Ray leaned to Kyle. “Ask her.”

“You’re a shit, Ray, you know that?”

“What’s one dance going to hurt?” Ray asked, eyes sparkling. “You don’t have to marry her.”

That was true. Anna obviously wanted to dance, and Kyle was just standing there, so why not?

Kyle ignored Ray’s rumbling laughter and wove through neighbors and friends to where Anna waited, her hair like gold fire, a question in her blue eyes.