“About time we had a wedding around here, Paz.” Jedediah Garland, proprietor of the Hitching Post Hotel on Garland Ranch, sat back in his chair in the establishment’s large kitchen and smiled.
The hotel cook and Jed’s longtime friend stood beside a counter with a slew of baking utensils spread out in front of her. “Do you think the banquet hall will be ready in time?”
“If the bride has her say about it, it will.” That bride was the granddaughter he and Paz had in common, who was set to get married in the hall before the month ended. She was also in charge of the renovations going on all around the hotel.
He sipped from his coffee mug and thumbed through a selection of before-and-during photos of the reception hall. His wife had always been in charge of the weddings held at the Hitching Post, a part of the business he’d let slide for far too long. “My Mary must be looking down and smiling at us all.”
Paz turned from her work to smile at him, too. “I’m sure she is. It will be nice to have a big wedding to prepare for again. We have you to thank for that, Jed.”
“Well...” He shrugged, but there was no point in being modest around Paz. She had known what he’d done, every step of the way, to get their granddaughter and the cowboy she loved together. “I did have a hand in things, didn’t I? And it wasn’t easy. But you know, when the big day comes, I doubt we’ll be needing a shotgun to get them down the aisle.”
She laughed. “I would say you’re right about that.”
He reached for his coffee mug again.
At seventy-something and still going strong, he had a lot of living ahead of him and some dreams yet to be fulfilled. Seeing his business built up again was only one of those dreams. The other, he’d shared with no one but Paz.
He wanted family around him, which meant he intended to see all three of his granddaughters married and giving him additional great-grandkids as soon as possible.
Thankfully, he’d had smarts and luck enough to get the first bride-and groom-to-be to come to their senses. Eventually.
For the next couple, he would need to bring out the big guns.
Two weeks later
Some days started off right, then took a wrong turn. The minute Pete Brannigan walked into his ranch-house kitchen, he discovered this would be one of those days.
“Daddy!” his five-year-old daughter, Rachel, exclaimed. “Can Mama come to my graduation?”
His nanny and housekeeper, Sharon D’Angelo, turned from inspecting the contents of the refrigerator. The brief glance he exchanged with her held an entire conversation. They both knew the question wasn’t could his ex-wife fly home for this milestone in her daughter’s life, but would she?
“Good morning to you, sweetheart.” He ruffled Rachel’s wavy blond hair—so like her mama’s—and reached over to the high chair to chuck his two-year-old son, Eric, under the chin. “And you, too, little man.”
Eric gurgled something and handed him a soggy piece of cereal.
“Do you think Mama will come to see my graduation, Daddy?” Rachel asked.
He took his seat at the kitchen table beside her and said carefully, “I’m sure if she’s not working the day you graduate, she’ll be here.” Not an outright fib. He would never lie to his kids or to anyone. Anyway, who knew what his ex-wife would do. Marina might take time from her jet-setting, fashion-model career to think of the kids she’d left behind. Although, as history had already shown, it didn’t seem likely.
“Miss Loring said we get our invitations today. I’m inviting you and Mama and Eric and Sharon.” She counted off on her fingers. “And Tina and Robbie and Paz.” Tina was one of his boss’s granddaughters. Robbie and Paz were Tina’s son and grandmother. “And Bingo, too.”
Smiling, he shook his head. “I don’t think they’ll let ponies into the school auditorium.”
“Why?”
“They won’t fit in the chairs.”
“Oh. Well, I’ll show Bingo the pictures later.”
When Sharon held up the coffeepot, he nodded his thanks. He had long ago had a solitary breakfast here in the kitchen while she and his children still slept. As manager of Garland Ranch, he started work at an early hour, but as often as he could, he made it his business to get back to the house to see his daughter before she left for school.
“What about Grandpa Jed?” he asked Rachel.
“Of course Grandpa Jed,” she said, rolling her eyes as if Jed Garland’s presence at her graduation was a given. And it would be. “He wants to come, too, right?”
“Sweetheart, he wouldn’t miss it.”
Jed had always treated Rachel and Eric as if they were his own grandkids. Heck, from the time Pete had come to work as a wrangler here on the ranch, fresh out of high school, the old man had treated him like one of the family.
A couple of years ago, when Marina had taken off to seek fame and fortune, she’d left him to raise a three-year-old and a newborn alone. Jed had promptly promoted him into the vacant ranch manager’s position, which included the manager’s quarters, and increased his salary enough that he could comfortably pay for a live-in nanny to help take care of his kids.
“I have to save one for Grandpa Mark, too,” she said.
Jed had always treated him better than his own father ever had. Now, though the man remembered the kids at birthdays and Christmas, his busy schedule kept him from visiting frequently. Rachel was aware of this, which was probably why she had given Jed top billing.
“And can I invite Jane and Andi to come, too?” A couple more of Jed’s granddaughters. “And Missy and Trey?” Andi’s two kids.
“I think they might all have gone home by the day of your graduation,” he said.
She gasped. “They’re coming for the wedding, right?”
“Definitely.”
Jed’s youngest granddaughter, Tina, was getting married later in the month. As flower girl, Rachel was even more wrapped up in the wedding than she was in her own special event. Along with her new fascination with floor-length dresses and three-tiered cakes, it looked as though she’d embraced the idea of extensive guest lists.
“Well,” she said, “then they have to come to my graduation, too.”
Better to try to let her down easy, something he’d had plenty of practice doing, thanks to Marina. “There are other kids in your class, you know, and they have friends and family to invite. I’m not sure your teacher plans to give you that many invitations.”
“I’ll tell Miss Loring she has to. I can’t leave anybody out. Like Tina and the wedding.”
“Well, we’ll see.” Personally, he’d just as soon have Tina and her fiancé, Cole, one of his wranglers, leave his name off their list. Pointless to hope for that, though, when they had already