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been a monumental feat to get her tomboy sister to pick a dress. She and Meg shared the same dark hair and olive skin, but that was where their resemblance ended. Meg was so short they’d had to shop in the petite section, but they’d finally found something they could both agree on.
    Planning a wedding was what most women did with their mothers. But Meg never knew their mother. She’d died when Casey was seven and Meg just a baby. Their father wasn’t a hands-on parent, so Grandma, Casey, and her older brother Ben had to become surrogate parents to Meg and Ryan. But lately, Casey just wished she and Meg—twenty-eight now, and how had that happened?—could just be sisters.
    Having their grandmother there would surely get some long-awaited answers out of her sister.
    Grandma finished off her milk then slapped the glass down. “Megan, you’re being a pain in the butt about this. I’m old. I could go at any second, and I’d like to be able to eat a piece of cake at one of my granddaughters’ weddings.” Grandma shot Casey the evil eye. Grandma had never gotten over Casey’s elopement.
    Casey added, “Seriously, Meg. If you don’t want this one nagging you the rest of your life, make up your mind.”
    Meg pulled out a stool at the island too. “I told you guys Josh and I would be just as happy flying to Vegas for the weekend and getting it over with. Josh doesn’t have any family to worry about. And Grandma, you’d like Vegas, it’s filled with hot, old, rich guys, just your type.”
    “If I wanted a hot rich guy, I’d have a young one, thank you very much. But why would you want some Elvis impersonator to marry you when we have the most beautiful venue in the world right outside?”
    Dax came in with two bags of groceries. “Hi, ladies. Get out of my kitchen if you’re going to start arguing about wedding plans again.”
    Meg laughed. “Seems bossy is the theme around here today.”
    “If you want cookies, they come with my rules, Shorty.” Dax picked up Zane’s preference sheet and grinned. “Seriously? He’ll eat when I feel like cooking for him? We’ve never had a guest say that before. Was he joking?”
    Before Casey could answer, the man in question stuck his head inside the swinging door to the kitchen. When Meg saw Zane she dropped her cookie.
    Zane said, “No joke. I get so lost when I’m writing songs I forget to eat half the time, so I’m good with whatever works around here.” Zane saw the cookies and his eyes grew wide. “But I could use a few of those before I head out.”
    “Of course.” Casey stood and held out the cookie jar. “Zane Steele, this is my sister, Meg, and her daughter, Haley, and my grandmother, Ruth Anderson. Dax here will be your chef.”
    “Nice to meet you guys.” Zane shook Dax’s hand while he smiled at the women. Then he locked those piercing green eyes onto Casey’s. “Can I borrow a mountain bike?”
    Before Casey could answer, Meg hopped up and said, “I’ll get you all set up, Mr. Steele. Right this way. Haley, stay put, please.”
    It was rare to see Meg starstruck. They’d all grown up around celebrities. And Meg didn’t work at the hotel anymore. She ran her own lodge across the lake, so it was odd she was so eager to help.
    Casey shook her head and had another cookie. She was going to gain ten pounds if she didn’t stop all the stress eating. She still had big plans for that chocolate cake later.
    Grandma narrowed her eyes. “Meggie is up to something. She hopped up like her rear was on fire.”
    Casey nodded and mumbled around the cookie in her mouth, “Probably.”
    Meg returned and said, “Okay. Here are my wedding decisions so you can both chill out. Chocolate cake, daisies, and him.” She pointed through the window where Zane was talking on the phone before his bike ride.
    Casey said, “What do you mean, him?”
    “I love his music so I asked if he did weddings. He said not normally, but since I’m your sister he’d play my