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the smell of soap and skin and the lingering hint of oil. So much for ignoring tingles and urges and lethal good looks.
    “What color is the interior?”
    Becca smiled. She knew it was white, but said, “I’m not going to ruin any more of Vince’s surprise.” Becca returned her glass to the table and grabbed a pink binder. “Do you know what Deeann wants me to do with her hair the day of the wedding?”
    “I don’t.”
    Deeann was Sadie’s one and only bridesmaid, while Stella was both maid of honor and the stand-in for their father. Sadie had asked her sister to walk her down the aisle. “I was thinking of doing a fishtail. Both those girls have long, straight hair, and I just thought something elegant and pretty.” She flipped open her portfolio. “We don’t want anything to take the attention from you.”
    “I don’t know if that’s possible. Stella’s belly is huge and she waddles like a penguin these days.”
    “Has she outgrown her dress again?” Becca asked as the stairs to her right creaked. Stella walked toward them in a long black dress, looking amazingly like penguin.
    “Are you okay?” Sadie asked her sister.
    Stella waddled to a wingback chair and fell into it. “No.” She shook her head, and the light from the antler chandelier glistened in the inky black strands of her hair. While Sadie was tall and fair, Stella was petite and had inherited her complexion from her Hispanic mother.
    Concern wrinkled Sadie’s brow. “Is there anything I can do for you?”
    “My vagina hurts.”
    Becca sucked air between her teeth and the corners of her mouth turned downward. Stella Leon was close to thirty but looked younger. She stood just a tad over five feet, and the only thing she’d inherited from the father she shared with Sadie was Clive Hollowell’s blue eyes.
    “Oh. Well, I don’t think there is anything I can do for your aching vagina.”
    “It’s my cervix.” Stella leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “I’m miserable.”
    She looked miserable, too. Becca wanted to have children one day, but not if it meant she had to walk around with a sore vagina and an aching cervix.
    “We could try and pull the baby like a calf,” Sadie offered. “I’ve got some experience with calving.”
    Stella opened her eyes. “No. Thank you.” She rubbed her big belly and sighed. “Besides, she has to stay in there until after the wedding.”
    “When are you due?” Becca would guess she was overdue by a month, at least.
    “Three weeks.”
    “Do you have a name picked out?”
    “Not really. I want to name her Mercedes after Sadie, but I’d call her Mercy.” She smiled at her stomach. “Beau wants to name her Olivia.”
    “That’s pretty.”
    “Yeah, but it’s a really common name.” She glanced at her sister. “Have you seen Beau around?”
    “No. I thought he wasn’t supposed to get in from Dallas until tonight.”
    “He got an earlier flight and called me a while ago to say he’s on his way to the ranch.”
    Becca stood with her portfolio and moved past a big stone fireplace with a horse painting on the mantel. “Sadie and I were discussing hair.” She knelt by Stella’s chair. “I thought you and Deeann would look pretty in fishtail braids.”
    Stella balanced the book on her belly. “Thank God. I thought Sadie was going to stick me with some hideous Texas hair.”
    Becca flipped a few pages to one of her most popular prom hairdos. “Like this?” The model’s hair had been set on big rollers, then backcombed in a half-up, half-down retro beehive.
    “I actually like that.” Stella pointed to the photo. “I used to wear an Amy Winehouse beehive once in a while, but it’s too damn hot these days.”
    “It won’t be hot in the bunkhouse,” Sadie reassured her sister.
    Becca looked up into Stella’s face and her silky black hair. When things settled down, and the baby was born and Stella’s vagina didn’t hurt anymore, she’d love to have her as a hair model.