Cathy Thacker - Lone Star Twins

Trace pushed any lingering reservations he felt aside. This was Poppy they were talking about. A woman who knew her own mind and had more than proved over the years she wouldn’t go all fickle on him, no matter what happened.

He nodded. “It’s not as if a piece of paper or a marriage pretty much in name only is going to change anything between us.”

Poppy smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners in the way that always made him want to take her in his arms and hold her close. “Right,” she said.

Wishing he was close enough to hug her, Trace continued. “And if it sets Anne Marie’s mind at ease, so much the better.”

Visibly relaxing, Poppy laid a hand over her heart. “So you’ll do it? You’ll request a marriage by proxy?”

Trace knew he owed Poppy this much—and more. Hoping this would finally balance the scales between them and allow the last of her lingering grief to slide away, he nodded. “Yes, darlin’,” he promised. “I’ll talk to my commanding officer right away.”

* * *

“ABOUT TIME THE two of you decided to tie the knot,” Jackson McCabe said when Poppy stopped by the hospital to inform her parents of their plans.

Her dad had just come out of surgery and her mom was winding up a long day on the pediatrics floor.

“I agree.” Lacey beamed, looking as lovely as ever in her blue scrubs and white doctor’s coat.

As always, feeling a little in awe of her super-successful, still-wildly-in-love parents, Poppy followed them into her father’s private office. She held up a hand. “You both understand that Trace is still going to continue on with his life’s work in the military and I’m still going to be running my design business here. Right? ” That was actually a blessing in disguise. There would be no risk of getting too romantically entangled, since they both wouldn’t be under the same roof most of the time.

“You may change your mind about that when the babies actually get here,” her mom predicted.

Her dad nodded. “Little ones have a way of changing even the best-laid plans.”

“Well, not ours,” Poppy said stubbornly.

If there was one thing she loved—and Trace was adamantly against—it was living in the rural Texas town where she’d grown up and he’d moved to briefly as a teen. Luckily, the two of them had attended the same college, where they’d gotten even closer, and had almost everything else in common.

“We’re just doing this because it’s required of us if we want to adopt the twins from the Stork Agency.”

“It’s still cause for celebration!” Lacey picked up the phone with a wink. “And that means family!”

Half an hour later Poppy was ensconced at her parents’ Victorian home in downtown Laramie. Her folks were busy opening champagne and setting out food, picked up from a local restaurant. Trace was once again connected via Skype, as were her San Antonio-based twin sisters and their families. The triplets had arrived with their families, too. And, as always, everyone had an opinion about what would be best for the oldest of the Jackson and Lacey McCabe brood.

“You can’t get married at the courthouse,” her mom said.

Poppy caught Trace’s handsome countenance on the monitor. His expression might be carefully casual, but she could tell by the look in his hazel eyes he was as opposed to all the calamity as she was. What, she wondered with a pang, had she gotten them into? Why hadn’t they just eloped via proxy?

But it was too late now.

The news was out.

“All five of us want to be your bridesmaids. It’s tradition,” the ultra-romantic Callie declared via Skype.

Poppy wished she could lean up against Trace’s muscular six-foot-four frame and take the comfort only he could give. Since that wasn’t an option, she did her best to throw a monkey wrench into the plans. “What about groomsmen, though?” She looked at Trace, expecting him to bail her out.

Instead he shrugged. “I’ve got fellow airmen stationed at the military base nearby I can call on to escort them down the aisle.”

Poppy moved closer to the computer camera and gave him a look she hoped only he could see. To her frustration, Trace remained as ruggedly composed as ever. His brawny arms were folded in front of him, his broad shoulders relaxed.

And his chest. How well she knew the sculpted abs and lean waist beneath his snug T-shirt. Not to mention...

Oblivious to the direction of his daughter’s privately lustful thoughts, Jackson asked, “What about the best man?”

“I’ll arrange for that, as well as the groom, sir,” Trace promised with his usual calm command. “It will all be military. If that matters in terms of color scheme or anything.”

Poppy rubbed her forehead, already exhausted just thinking about this. “It’s too much trouble,” she declared, doing her best to take charge of her very overbearing family. She turned away from Trace and made eye contact with everyone else there in person and on the additional laptop screens. “Especially given the fact that Thanksgiving is just a few days away and for the adoption to proceed as planned, Trace and I need to get married in the next week.” Couldn’t anyone see a big McCabe shindig was impossible ?

Again, she looked to Trace for help.

Instead he said, “I’m fine with whatever Poppy wants.”

“Well, what Poppy wants—what she deserves—is a wedding every bit as wonderful and meaningful as we all had!” Callie insisted. “I mean, it’s not as if this is ever going to happen again for either of you, is it?”

Poppy and Trace exchanged glances and simultaneously shook their heads. Not in this lifetime ... This one marriage that wasn’t really a marriage was it. At least they were both on the same page about that.

“Well, then, there you go,” Callie’s twin, Maggie, an event planner, said. “Poppy’s wedding to Trace needs to be every bit as special for her, as all of ours were for us. Luckily, I can pull a ceremony and reception together for you and Trace, even on very short notice.”

Poppy had been afraid of that. When her five sisters put their minds to something, there was nothing they could not achieve. Especially in the romance milieu.

“I’ll handle the wedding announcement and invitations,” veteran publicist Callie volunteered.

Lily smiled and squeezed her husband’s hand. “Gannon and I will take care of everything on the legal end that needs to be done here through our firm.”

Rose leaned against her rancher hubby, Clint. “I’ll donate all the food for the reception from my wholesale business.”

Physician Violet looked at her doctor-husband, Gavin. “We’ll hire the caterers to cook and serve it.”

“We’ll provide everything else,” her mother said. “Down to the flowers, venue and dress!”

“And anything else you might want or need,” her dad finished quietly.

Aware she actually felt a little dizzy, Poppy had to sit. She rubbed at an imaginary spot on the knee of her jeans, wondering how her life had gotten so far out of her control so fast. Especially when she had worked so hard not to let events overtake her, not ever again.

Inhaling slowly, she lifted her chin. “I know you all want to give me a beautiful wedding, and I truly appreciate it, but don’t you think that’s all a little over the top since the groom in question won’t actually be here? Except to watch via Skype—”

Trace, who never made a promise he couldn’t keep, cut in. “I may not actually even be able to do that.”

Her father frowned, knowing, as did the rest of them, that military orders could change on a moment’s notice.

Lacey moved to stand beside her husband. Her arm curved over Jackson’s bicep as she studied Trace’s image on the screen. “What about your family?”