Nevada waited until Montana reached the end of the aisle before starting her walk. Tucker’s gaze never left hers.
Cat had sent her regrets, something that had secretly relieved Nevada. Who knew what the beautiful but temperamental artist could have done at an event like this. She’d sent a gift, something she’d made herself. It was upstairs, still wrapped. Nevada and Tucker had decided they were going to need a whole lot of champagne before finding the courage to open that present.
Nevada was still several feet away from her sisters when Tucker broke ranks. He came toward her, causing several of the guests to chuckle. He took her hand and led her the rest of the way.
“Just so you don’t change your mind,” he whispered.
“I won’t. Not ever.”
He looked around and smiled. “I guess that makes six of us.”
When all three brides and all three grooms were in place, the minister began. “Dearly beloved…”
“I’m going to cry,” Heidi whispered.
“Me, too,” Annabelle said softly.
“I don’t believe in crying,” Charlie told them, even as she sniffed. “This is the worst. It’s making me feel all soft and romantic.”
“Me, too.” Annabelle sighed. “I want to find somebody.”
“Oh, yeah.” Heidi drew in a breath. “Me, too. But I think all the good ones are taken.”
The mayor was sitting in front of them. She turned and smiled.
“Next year, ladies. I have a feeling. Just you wait and see.”