Free Head Over Heels (The Bridesmaids Club Book 3) by Leeanna Morgan

He took me out to the barn and then completely ignored what I had to say.”
    Sean, one of Sally’s older brothers, grinned at her. “You’re annoyed because he didn’t give you what you wanted. Sounds like the type of guy I could like.”
    Sally threw the dishcloth at her brother. He caught it easily, but not before a blob of soapsuds landed on his face. It was Saturday and she’d come out to her parents’ ranch for lunch. Somehow, without knowing how it had happened, Sean was giving her advice about her visit to Todd’s ranch.
    He wiped the soap off the end of his nose. “Good shot.”
    “It would have been better if you hadn’t caught the cloth,” Sally said with a smile. She turned back to the kitchen sink and started scrubbing an empty casserole dish. “I don’t understand what his problem is. It’s not like he’s using the barn for anything important.”
    “It’s his ranch. He can do what he wants with it.”
    “That’s not the point.”
    “It’s entirely the point. You can’t force him to let you use his barn. You’re going to have to find somewhere else for your wedding.”
    Matthew, Sean’s twin, walked into the kitchen. “Who’s getting married?”
    “Not Sally. She’s too bossy.” Sean ducked as another handful of soapsuds flew toward him.
    Matthew opened the fridge door. “Who drank the last of the juice?”
    “It wasn’t me,” Sally said. “I only come home once a week.”
    “Hallelujah for that,” Sean said. “If you ever decide to come home more often, I’m moving in with Nathan and Amy.’
    “They’d really like that.” Matthew laughed. “You’d end up looking after Catherine and their four cats.”
    “And whose fault would that be?” Sean asked.
    Matthew pointed at his sister. “Sally the cat lady.”
    “Oh, please,” Sally scoffed. “Four cats are nothing. They were happy to adopt them.”
    Matthew glanced at Sally and frowned. “Since we’re talking about pets, where’s Max? I’m surprised you didn’t bring him with you.”
    “Todd’s taken him away for the weekend.”
    Sean put a couple of glasses in the pantry. “Don’t bring Todd into the conversation, Matthew. You’ll regret it.”
    “You got man troubles, little sis?”
    The casserole dish Sally had been cleaning slipped out of her hands.
    Matthew caught it before it landed on the floor. “Someone hasn’t been telling her brothers what she’s been doing.”
    Sally grabbed the dish out of Matthew’s hands and left it on the counter. “Would you stop trying to be funny? I’ve got to find somewhere for Carolyn’s wedding.”
    Sean watched Sally pull the plug out of the sink and wipe down the counter. “It can’t be that difficult finding another venue. There’s got to be at least a dozen barns around Bozeman she could use.”
    “But none of them belonged to her grandparents.”
    Sean shook his head. “What is it with women and weddings? Everything has to be perfect. What they don’t understand is that nothing is ever perfect.”
    “Oh, jeez,” Matthew groaned. “Now you’ve got Sean rambling on about his crappy love life. I’m the only normal person in the room.”
    “There’s nothing normal about you,” Sally said. “But if you could talk some sense into Todd I’d be grateful.”
    “I don’t know the guy and I already feel sorry for him.” Matthew looked in a cupboard and grinned. “I’ve found another bottle of juice.”
    “It’s a sign,” Sally said.
    “Yeah, right. I find a quart of juice and you think it’s the answer to your prayers. It’s not going to happen, little sis. You’re on your own with the guy who owns the barn.” Matthew filled a glass with orange juice, then looked at Sean. “Do you know anyone with a spare barn or outbuilding Sally could use?”
    “I can ask, but I can’t promise anything.”
    Sally wasn’t interested in any old building. She wanted Todd’s barn and she was determined to make him change his mind.
    Matthew cleared his