Carrie Weaver - Once A Ranger

“Of course not.”

He sighed, frustrated that she wouldn’t own up, but added, “You may be right.” That was the only helpful phrase he’d picked up in counseling.

Kat snorted. But at least she was quiet after that.

Still, he felt as if he’d failed some important test. Kind of like retiring from the Rangers at Corrine’s request and being served with divorce papers a month later. He’d done what she’d asked, sacrificed a career he’d loved, but it still hadn’t been enough.

“Mr. Birmingham,” Garth asked, “what’s your favorite color?”

The young husband, who had finally joined the group, managed to stop kissing his blond bride long enough to reply, “Blue.”

“Ah, I can see that. Your wife has blue eyes.”

She giggled.

The groom raised her hand to his lips and kissed her palm, adoration smoldering in his eyes.

Kat made a strangled noise.

“What’s wrong now?” Tony whispered.

“How can they be so young and so in love?”

He shrugged. “We all were, once….”

Garth did his thing with the molten glass while everyone watched.

But despite Kat’s relative silence, Tony had a hard time concentrating, his attention drawn by Sterling and the need to figure out the man’s next move. Was Lola his target? How would he manage to separate her from not only her sister, but her trust fund?

“A gift for you, from the staff at Phoenix Rising.” Garth presented the newlyweds with two beautiful champagne glasses in swirls of blue layered upon clear glass.

Impressed and clearly touched, the pair thanked Garth. A few minutes later, they ducked out hand-in-hand. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to realize they would fall back into bed the minute they arrived at their casita….

Kat bumped Tony in the arm as she shifted in her seat.

“Do you ever sit still?” he asked, irritated that the newlyweds made him nostalgic.

“I can sit still fine when I enjoy the company.” Her sniff told him she wasn’t likely to forget his prickly remark.

WHEN KAT ARRIVED in the dining room for breakfast the next morning, she scanned the room and found Tony’s dark presence at a table on the left. So she swerved right.

Even though the other half of the large room had been closed off by a temporary divider, she felt conspicuous and exposed. It appeared that far fewer people showed up for breakfast than for dinner.

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