She has a crazy, self-imposed deadline to get married before Christmas. And even though they’re best friends, he’s afraid to tell her how he feels.
As the eldest, and third-time bridesmaid for a sister, Dani Cabral is more than frustrated with the shortage of husband prospects. Like her sisters, Dani tried dating cowboys, but her results differed greatly from theirs—both ended in disaster. Now it’s July, and Dani needs to make a drastic change if she is going to have any chance of meeting her goal for a Christmas wedding. After all, when was the last time a city guy visited the ranch?
The only thing Joe Domingos loves more than being a cowboy is Dani. They’ve been best friends since they were kids. But after two devastating relationships with cowboys, Dani has sworn them off, leaving Joe to pay the price. Has he finally lost his chance to confess his love to her?
It is set in Hawaii. The hero is a very patient cowboy.
The way the cowboy waits patiently while the heroine finds herself.
“Hold your horses, Marce.” Dani Cabral checked the lock on her bedroom door. “I’m almost ready.”
She stared in the full-length mirror and patted her fuzzy brown hair into place only to have it spring back to its original mayhem. Dani opened a drawer in her vanity, selected a red, white, and blue sequined headband, and slapped it strategically on her head. The colors coordinated with the stars and stripes on her calf-length skirt and the fireworks painted on her fingernails. She dabbed some glittery shine to her full cleavage and wished her hips weren’t so ample, but what could she do?
“For pity’s sake, Dani. I wanna see my wedding present.”
Dani sucked in a breath and blew it out in one blast. She ran her fingers over the shadow box she’d made with her sister’s wedding mementos: photographs, lace, dried flowers, and imitation wedding bands. That’s the second time I’ve made one of these for a sister.
Not that she wasn’t glad to make the shadow box for Marce and Damien, it’s just that Dani would rather have been working on her own wedding memory box. She’d designed it ages ago—a miniature Christmas wreath with a red velvet bow on a white lace background and a photo of her and her groom positioned smack in the middle.
That is, if I ever get a man to marry me.