Megan reached forward and squeezed her mother’s shoulder. Dorcas, wearing a new rose-colored dress, had been lifted out of her chair and placed on the front pew. Connie Parker, Katie’s mother, sat next to her, holding her hand. The two women had become fast friends. Dorcas had made other friends as well in the book club she’d joined.

The minister had taken his place. Now Daniel walked in from the side door with his father, who was acting as his best man. Megan’s brother looked self-assured and handsome in his tuxedo. Three months ago, he’d met the requirements for his driver’s license. There were restrictions—he wouldn’t be allowed to drive on the freeway. But when he’d sat behind the wheel of his ten-year-old Honda Civic, he’d looked like a man who could conquer the world. That look had been worth any sacrifice of time and money on Megan’s part.

As the organ played the opening notes of the “Wedding March,” the minister gave the signal to rise. Coming down the aisle now, on her father’s arm, was Katy. In her lovely white lace gown and veil, she looked like a little doll—but, no, not a doll, Megan corrected herself. She was a radiant young woman, moving with grace and confidence toward the next part of her life.

As they resumed their seats for the ceremony, Megan slipped her hand into Conner’s. His fingers tightened around hers. He gave her a smile and mouthed the words “I love you.”

Their turn to be married would come soon, Megan knew. First they had taken time to get to know one another, time for Megan to help Daniel and her family, time for Conner to update the house at Christmas Tree Ranch.

Megan had decided not to take the teaching job or pursue a professional singing career. Lacy’s suitcase was in storage, where it would stay for now. But another opportunity had come up. The Christmas song she’d written had been accepted by a Nashville agency. They were asking for more songs. She was working on them—something she hoped to do while she raised the family she and Conner wanted to have.

Conner slipped an arm around her shoulders. “Soon,” he whispered in her ear. Soon the ranch house would be ready. Then they would marry and fill it with love and laughter and children. Their home. Forever.

Teaser chapter

Please read on for an excerpt from the first in

Janet Dailey’s brand new series,

The Champions!

WHIRLWIND

Kingman, Arizona
Summer