Free Runaway Vegas Bride by TERESA HILL

apologize when I’m wrong.”
    “Okay.” Wyatt nodded. “If you insist.”
    “I do. Will you come with me? Sometime tomorrow?”
    “Of course.”
     
    They went to Leo’s cottage, but he wasn’t there.
    Jane was a little afraid where they might find him and what he might be doing, but she was determined not to lose her good manners around him, at least not anymore. She felt oddly like her life could be on the verge of spinning off into complete chaos at any moment. How could that possibly have happened?
    She couldn’t blame it entirely on the Gray men. Her own behavior had been erratic, at best, and Jane preached that men could not make women crazy. Women allowed themselves to be crazy over men, but men could not force that kind of irrational behavior upon anyone. No one could. A woman was responsible for her own behavior at all times. She had to own her own decisions, her actions, her words, and Jane’s had been abominable.
    She and Wyatt walked into Gram and Gladdy’s cottage.
    Amy was in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove and baking something that smelled luscious. Leo Gray stood beside her. They both turned as the front door openedand Jane thought Amy looked particularly uncomfortable at the moment.
    Jane frowned, whispering to Wyatt urgently. “He wouldn’t hit on someone Amy’s age. Would he?”
    “I don’t think so,” Wyatt said. “But she doesn’t look happy to have him here. Or maybe it’s us. Maybe she thinks she’s going to witness another scuffle.”
    Oh, Lord! He was probably right. Amy, sweet, kind, quiet little Amy, whom Jane wanted to help become a chef, had surely heard about Jane freaking out and attacking Leo Gray. Amy was looking at Jane like Jane had grown three heads.
    “I will never live this down,” she muttered.
    “Come on,” Wyatt said, putting a supportive hand at the small of her back and steering her to the kitchen. “Chin up. Smile. Be confident, gracious, polite. All the things I know you are, Jane. Put this behind you and move on.”
    “No. They all know.” It wasn’t her imagination. There were three little old ladies in the common area of the cottage, all staring at Jane like they’d never seen her before. “I’m infamous at Remington Park as the crazy woman who attacks old men with her briefcase!”
    “Nonsense. One little slip does not a crazy woman make,” Wyatt insisted.
    They got to Leo and Amy’s side, Amy now looking like she really wanted to run away, Leo looking calm and happy as could be, not at all like a man who created chaos everywhere he went.
    “Hello, Amy,” Wyatt said, turning on the charm. “I was just bragging to Ms. Steele yesterday about what an outstanding cook you are.”
    Amy blushed and stammered. “Uh…thank you. I’m making raspberry lemon bars.”
    “My favorite,” Leo said, beaming.
    Wyatt ignored that and did his best to charm and reassure Amy. “I’m sure they’re lovely. I’m still thinking about the lasagna you made last week.”
    “I’ll save you some to take home, if you’re still here when they’re done.”
    “Thank you, Amy. Now, could you excuse us a moment? Jane and I need to talk to my uncle.”
    “Of course,” she said, looking uneasy again.
    Wyatt gave a curt nod to Leo, to follow them into the empty dining area. He pulled out a chair for Jane, touching her reassuringly on her shoulder, then seated himself.
    “She’s not armed, is she?” Leo asked, still standing.
    Jane felt like a worm, like one of the lowest creatures on earth and wished she could just crawl away right now.
    “Uncle Leo?” Wyatt said none too softly.
    Out of the corner of her eye, Jane saw Amy startle, heard the pan clatter on the stove like she’d lost control of it for a moment.
    She was expecting the worst.
    “Just sayin’, you feeling better, girly?” Leo inquired.
    “Now you’re just trying to be annoying,” Wyatt complained. “Let the lady explain why she’s here.”
    “Mr. Gray,” Jane began. “I