Free Whiskey Wedding (Tasting Nashville series Book 3) by Kimmie Easley Page B

attention. “Oh, yep, absolutely. My favorite pastime.” He winks at me. I know he’s playing along for Judy’s sake.
    She’s such a kind soul. Dean and I would have been lost over the years without Rick and Judy. They live on the backside of the property, out of our way, but still close enough to feel like family. They take care of our livestock, the grounds, and the house while we’re out of town. We’ve grown to depend on them and love them.
    When Judy offered to handle the wedding details, I jumped at the chance. And as I observe the room now, I’m thankful that I wasn’t home during most of the process. However, I do know one thing - when Judy makes a promise, damn if she doesn’t see it through.
    This wedding is going to happen and it is going to be perfect.
     

 
    CHAPTER TWO
    Dean
    There still so much shit to do before the wedding.
    I promised myself that I would do everything in my power to make it the perfect day for her. Joselyn deserves every ounce of happiness. She’s overdue. The universe owes her.
    “Everything looks good, Rick. You’re doing a great job, man. I really appreciate it.” It’s a huge relief to look around at the acreage and see it cared for as if I were tending to it myself.
    Whiskey Bent has really taken off over the last year. Joselyn’s lyrics have proven to be a goldmine, which means more time away from home is in the near future. I wouldn’t trade it for a damn thing. We’ve created the perfect life. The perfect partnership. But that doesn’t keep my head from fucking spinning when it comes to my to-do list.
    “Yeah, well, you know Judy. She’d have my hide if I didn’t stay on track. This wedding is all she’s been talking about for months. Y’all made her real happy asking her to plan your shindig.
    “Yeah, and you know, Joselyn. She adores Judy. I think it helps fill the whole mother daughter thing when it comes to weddings.” My heart jumps in my chest. “Holy shit, Rick, I’m getting married.”
    The older man chuckles. “Son, you were made for this gig.”
    “I hope you’re right.” Sometimes my own head fucks with me. Not about getting married, but about being the best for her. I would never forgive myself for fucking up her life. “Looks like we’d better get back to work before Judy has both our hides.”
     
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    It’s the perfect night to start a fire. I pile on the wood and set up my girl’s chair. I pop the cap on her beer and wait for her to join me.
    Perfection.
    Over the next two weeks Judy manages to keep Joselyn busy hustling around with fittings, table settings, and seating charts. I’m hoping this is exactly what she needs to get excited and let her hair down.
    “Hey baby.”
    The sight of my future bride wearing her favorite worn out jeans, an old Whiskey Bent shirt, and her hair up in a hat makes everything right in my world. One smile erases all of my self-doubt. All of insecurities. All of my imperfections.
    “Hey, sugar. Got ya a cold beer and a warm seat.” I smack my knee and my heart pounds like a damn jackhammer as she takes me up on my offer. The woman gives me butterflies, or whatever that bullshit is that people talk about.
    “How’d everything go with Judy today?”
    Joselyn snickers while taking a swig off her first beer. “The old woman’s a slave driver.”
    “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
    She twists her lips into a yummy grin. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Everything is really coming together. I can’t believe the wedding is so close. Hell, people will start coming in soon.”
    “Yep, Rick and I will be clearing some area for the travel trailers. He managed to wrangle up ten. I think that should be plenty. We only have a few people staying on the grounds for the weekend. Everyone else will be heading back into Nashville after the reception.”
    “Shit, that reminds me. I need to check on the linens. Judy also made some welcome baskets for the overnighters. Is Uncle Mel getting