In Bed With The Wrangler

“I trust you’ll be making your own wedding plans soon?” David asked him.

“Daddy,” Amber admonished.

“Don’t want to give the man time to change his mind again.”

Royce held the handshake a little longer. “I’m not going to change my mind.”

David harrumphed.

“I love your daughter, Mr. Hutton.” Royce wrapped an arm around Amber’s shoulder and drew her close. “I’m going to marry her and make her happy for the rest of her life.”

“I would hope so. What with all the turmoil you caused.”

“Daddy, I stopped loving Hargrove before Royce got anywhere near me.”

Royce nearly choked on her choice of words. “The wedding will be soon,” he assured David.

Amber glanced up at him in surprise. “Royce, we haven’t-”

“Very soon.” He gave Amber a meaningful squeeze.

David cracked a smile. “You keep my baby girl happy, son. And we’ll get along just fine.”

“I will,” Royce assured the man.

“Call me David.”

“Okay.”

David winked at Amber and started away. “Don’t stay out too late.”

“I’m not coming home tonight,” she warned him.

David turned his attention to Royce again. “Soon.” He waggled a warning finger before he turned away.

“You want to head for Vegas tonight?” Royce asked Amber.

“Vegas is a terrible idea,” said Stephanie.

Royce had left the jet under the command of his copilot and dropped into one of the seats in the main passenger cabin.

“Thank you,” Amber said to Stephanie from the seat next to him.

They’d picked Stephanie up from a junior jumping show in Denver, and Jared and Melissa were hitching a ride from Chicago to the ranch for the last few days of their honeymoon.

“Well, she’d better come up with something,” Royce told his sister. “I don’t want her father gunning for me for the next year.”

“He likes you,” said Amber.

“No, he likes you. He tolerates me because you love me.”

“I do love you,” she confirmed, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“And I love you,” he automatically returned.

“Oh, gag me,” Stephanie groaned.

“I thought you were a romantic,” Melissa put in, moving up from the back of the cabin where she’d been sitting with Jared.

“I am a romantic. But, yuck, she’s kissing my brother.”

“Well, I totally get it,” said Melissa.

“That’s because you kiss my other brother.”

Melissa got a gleam in her eyes. “You know what else I do to your other brother?”

Stephanie clapped her hands over her ears. “Pink fuzzy bunnies. Pink fuzzy bunnies.”

“What the hell?” asked Royce.

“She’s obliterating the image from her brain,” Amber informed him.

Royce shook his head at the nonsense. “You,” he said to Amber. “Come up with a wedding plan, or we are heading for Vegas.” Then he exited his seat and moved to the back with his brother.

“Hey.” Jared nodded to him, looking up from a table full of reports.

Royce sat down, lowering his voice. “You met with Alec Creighton?”

“I did.”

“What did you think?”

Jared glanced to the front of the plane where the three women were chatting. “Seems like a good guy. Smart. On the ball.”

“Did you talk to the VPs?”

Jared nodded. “They were shocked about Barry Brewster. It’s got them looking over their shoulders. But I think in a good way.”

“What about Konrad?”

Jared grinned. “Oh, he really hates you.”

“Yeah. I kinda got that.”

“He’s demanded to deal directly with me from now on. Threatened to quit if you’re involved in the construction division.”

Royce clamped his jaw, while a burning anger roiled up in his stomach.

“Told him no,” Jared said mildly. “Told him you were taking over the construction division, and if he didn’t like it, he should have his letter of resignation on your desk Monday morning.”

Royce gaped at his brother. Konrad might be a jerk, but he was an incredibly valuable employee.

“Family is family,” said Jared. “It’s your company, too, and you did one hell of a job while I was away. Well, except for ticking off David Hutton.”

“I’m working on that,” said Royce, glancing to Amber, struck as always by how much he adored her.

“That’s what counts, bro. Everybody’s working hard at head office, looking to streamline, reallocating cash flow. We’ve survived trouble before.”

Royce’s attention shifted to his sister, and he lowered his voice. “After that, there’s Stephanie.”

“Yeah,” Jared agreed. “We need to talk about that one.”

“Does Melissa know?” asked Royce.

“That Frank Stanton is Stephanie’s father?” Jared shook his head. “I’m keeping the club as small as possible for now.”

Royce nodded. He was glad Amber already knew; he wouldn’t want to have to make the choice to keep a secret from her.

“It was hard enough on me,” said Jared. “Finding out what I did the way I did.”

Royce nodded his agreement with that, too.

“Stephanie can never find out,” Jared vowed.

“She won’t.” Royce had had most of his life to come to terms with his parents’ secret, and it had still colored him in ways he hadn’t even realized. It had almost cost him the love of his life.

He caught Amber’s gaze.

She sobered at the sight of his expression, eyes narrowing. Then she unobtrusively stood from her seat to move toward him.

He smiled and snagged her wrist, pulling her into his lap to wrap his arms around her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing.”

She raised her brows to Jared.

Jared shook his head. “It’s all good.” His smile was back, and it was easy. “Except you can’t seem to decide on a wedding.”

Royce knew Amber wasn’t buying their jovial mood, but she played along. “This is not a decision to take lightly. I’m only getting married once.”

“In Vegas,” said Royce.

Amber socked him in the arm.

“Tahiti, maybe.” Melissa joined in. “On a beach, just family?”

“I vote for Tuscany,” Stephanie called out. “Or Paris in the spring.”

“She’ll be pregnant by spring,” said Royce, and Amber gave him a wide-eyed look of surprise.

“And we’d better damned well be married by then,” he growled low.

“Babies?” she mused.