She followed the wedding party over to where the ceremony was being held. Rows and rows of chairs were lined up in what seemed to be an open field. Close by was a barn and there were a few horses grazing in a pasture. The whole setup was downright cinematic. Amanda had set her phone to vibrate—in case Dru had an emergency—and gave herself permission to just take it all in.

She grabbed a seat in the last row and watched as the minister and the wedding planner herded everyone into their proper place. Something brushing her leg caught her attention. She looked over as this large black Lab had made its way over to her.

“Well hello,” she cooed, scratching the dog’s chin. It sat obediently, like it was waiting for her to give it some instructions. “I don’t have any treats for you. I’m sorry.”

“She doesn’t need any treats.”

Amanda looked up just as Sam Pleasant eased himself into the row. He’d changed into a navy blue suit, but he was still wearing that damn white cowboy hat. Amanda did her best not to swallow her tongue. Somehow she managed to playfully roll her eyes instead.

“Is this seat taken?” he whispered as he sat down beside her just as the first of the ushers practiced walking the mothers of the bride and groom to their seats.

“Yes, it is, as a matter of fact. I’m having a very important and private conversation with—”

“Clementine. Her name’s Clementine.” He flashed a smile that could light up the night sky. What was she thinking hopping into bed with someone that good looking!

“Yes. My good friend Clementine and I have some very important issues to discuss.”

“Like how you like to use men and leave them cold and alone.”

“I like to think I left you in a big comfortable bed feeling more sexually satisfied than you’ve ever been in your whole life.”

“Well then, you should definitely tell her that you’re somewhat of a thief.”

“Excuse me. That was a mistake and I returned it immediately. I assume your management team gave it back to you?”

“They did, but that’s not what I meant.”

Amanda looked over into his deep brown eyes as he paused for dramatic effect. In the back of her mind she wondered how many women had fallen for this routine. The eyes, the smirk, his whole face, really. The polished cowboy act. And now an Oscar winner. He had to have women chasing him noon and night. She knew one had already proudly slid into his DMs. The thought of Dru taking her crack at him sobered her right up. She cleared her throat and focused back on the dog.

“What did you mean?” she asked.

“You stole my heart.”