“Alrighty, then.” Wesley drew his hand away from the small of Vivian’s back and hooked his thumbs on either side of his bronze belt buckle that declared him a champion bull rider. A chilly November wind whipped through the Smoky Mountains, carrying crisp leaves until they broke into autumn’s confetti.Ĭouldn’t her friend have chosen a warmer location for her destination wedding than Moonlight Ridge, Tennessee? At least her jacket kept her from feeling the full allure of Wesley Martin’s touch. Side by side, they waited in line outside to check in to the Top Dog Dude Ranch for their friends’ Thanksgiving destination wedding. ![]() Now keep your hands to yourself, cowboy,” Vivian Para Martin hissed between clenched teeth to her soon-to-be ex-husband. “Just because I said, ‘I do,’ doesn’t mean I will.
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