His Brother's Bride-To-Be

Nora herself wore black linen pants, a matching tunic top and chunky silver jewelry. As always, she looked sophisticated and classy.

“I wish I could wear black,” Jill said. She leaned closer to the mirror and inspected her face. Was that a pimple on her chin?

“Black isn’t your thing,” Nora said. “You look great. Stop stalling.”

“I’m not stalling. I think I have a pimple.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake. Your skin is perfect. And you are, too, stalling. I, on the other hand, can hardly wait.”

Nora had arrived at the ranch a couple of hours earlier. She had yet to meet Caroline or Stephen and she was unabashedly impatient.

The words were barely out of her mouth when there was a knock at Jill’s bedroom door followed by “Mom! I’m goin’ over to the house.”

“Jordan, wait for us.” She walked over and opened the door. “I just have to put on my jewelry and we’ll be ready to go.”

Jordan, who had spent the entire day outside with Elliott, had showered earlier and was now dressed in clean jeans and a yellow shirt. His first choice had been a much-beloved Brad Paisley T-shirt paired with ragged jeans, but Jill had quickly squashed that idea.

“Well, hurry up,” her son said now.

She couldn’t help laughing. “If you stop whining, I will.”

He rolled his eyes and plopped down on her bed. His expression said grown-ups were weird.

Jill reached for her jewelry. Diamond stud earrings—a gift from Elliott in April on her birthday, a thin, silver bangle bracelet and her diamond engagement ring completed Jill’s preparations.

The ring had been a bone of contention between her and Elliott. She felt it was much too big—a two-carat, round diamond set in platinum. Jill could only imagine how much it had cost. But Elliott wouldn’t listen, saying he couldn’t take the ring back and that he wanted her to have it, period. Jill had reluctantly given in, although she had to admit the ring was gorgeous. She was probably the only woman on earth who would rather have something smaller and simpler.