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expression.
    Mickey uncurled his fist and swallowed a snort. Shouldn’t a fiancé know this stuff? “Actually, she’s never liked dressing of any kind. She doesn’t like vinegar.”
    Her warm gaze met his and she looked genuinely happy for the first time since he and Brady had arrived at the bridal shop. Some of the tension eased with the warmth in her smile.
    “Just eat the salad, and be polite,” her mother encouraged. “Monica had this menu picked out special.”
    “Speaking of picking out, I heard you didn’t choose a dress today,” Paul’s mother prodded.
    All traces of happiness again vanished from Felicia’s face and the knot in Mickey’s stomach tightened. Something was wrong. Only he wasn’t sure if it was the fact Felicia was marrying an ass, if the bride-to-be was having doubts, or if the wrongness had to do with feelings he hadn’t expected to rise to the surface after all this time.
    “I didn’t see anything I truly liked.” Her tone held no emotion and was flat, to the point, he now wondered if more than just dress selection was a problem.
    Monica Hutchinson waved her ha nd dismissively. “I need to take you to Rodeo Drive. After all, you’re marrying my son. Nothing but the best.”
    Then we should consider a new groom.
    He darted a look over to Brady, who studied Paul then met his gaze. A storm growing in his lover’s blue eyes; he had already picked up issues. Brady’s attention refocused on the collar of Brad’s shirt, then he flexed his jaw and snaked his tongue across his teeth. Oh yeah, Brady was pissed. Curiosity got the better of Mickey and he glanced to the fiancé from hell. Lipstick.
    Idiot. Maybe he wouldn’t need to say anything to Felicia after all.
    A grin tugged across his lips and he hoped the bride-to-be spotted the mark. She was a smart girl. Smart and didn’t wear that shade. Just like he and Brady knew she didn’t eat salad dressing, they both knew she couldn’t stand the color pink.

Chapter Two
    Present day…
     
    “What the hell?” Brady Jackson stared out the window of the office down the dirt and gravel drive in front of the ranch home. As soon as the silver Lexus convertible screeched to a halt with a spray of rocks, he knew the driver was hell-bent over something.
    He leaned back in the heavy leather and wood swivel chair as the brunette beauty stepped out of the car. A spring breeze blew the dark wavy hair falling loosely around her face. Felicia slammed the door with a bit more force than required. Oh yeah, she was pissed about something all right, and he could hardly wait to hear what had caused the latest mood.
    He had to admit he was surpris ed she was here, and, as she was hauling a suitcase and carry-on bag out of the trunk, she planned to be here awhile. 
    Over the last couple years , especially the last few months since she had started dating the dick attorney, she rarely surfaced at the ranch. Even though he and Mickey had bought the large five bedroom home years ago, they had kept Collin and Felicia’s rooms untouched.
    Felicia banged the trunk lid down with as much vengeance as the door. She headed up the steps in worn beige cowboy boots teamed with cut offs, exposing a lot of tanned and toned leg. A teal, fitted tank top clung to her round breasts and narrowed at the waist before curving over her hips, while a white sheer top, about two sizes too big, covered the curves it incased. A trendy pair of sunglasses completed the outfit, and even though he couldn’t see her eyes, she looked hotter than hell.
    She’s going to be the death of me.              
    Felicia hauled the heavy luggage up the front steps. Her determined stomps confirmed her sour state. He heaved a sigh and waited. Sure, he could have met her at the door; however, thanks to her outfit and his physical reaction, just thinking about the beauty had him harder than hell. He gave her a whole thirty seconds before she tracked him down. Unless she headed to the