Caribbean Cowboy: Under the Caribbean Sun, Book 4 by Jenna Bayley-Burke Read Free Book Online

program. Thank goodness, her mother had taught her a sense of respect and decorum, because she obviously never would have learned either from him. “Go away, Sebastian.”
    “Either come with me to the front or I will sit here with you.” He spoke the threat as if they were discussing the weather.
    “Maybe I should leave.” She grabbed her clutch and stood. He called her bluff and grabbed her elbow.
    Any resistance would have garnered the full attention of the guests. As much as she wanted to toss Sebastian off, she would not ruin Holly’s wedding. He might be a manipulative prick, but she was a better person.
    “You have one uncle.” Sebastian explained as they walked. “His wife is about your age, so we’ll not call her an aunt. My brother is an artist who changes his muse often.”
    “I don’t care,” she said quietly, taking a seat on the smooth wooden pew. “I’m here to see the wedding, not you. If you knew Holly better, you wouldn’t have pulled this stunt and risked ruining her day.”
    “Holly would understand.” Sebastian crossed his legs and smiled at Harm getting a last bit of instruction from the priest. “She brought Harmannus back to me.”
    “What? Back to you? Holly is not moving to Amsterdam.” Maybe the man had gone senile in his old age.
    “There was a rift, a misunderstanding with my boys. Healing that has given me hope of a relationship with you.”
    “I haven’t wanted anything to do with you since I was five.” She rolled the program in her hands and gave careful thought to where she could smack him with it. Upside the head seemed about right.
    “Communication and honesty are the keys to healing old wounds.”
    “Honesty?” She faked a laugh. “Perhaps you should peddle your particular brand of honesty to someone who hasn’t lived your lie her entire life.”
    “It wasn’t me who withheld the truth.”
    The string quartet began to play before she could get a word out. Sebastian Prinsen was one lucky devil, saved by the wedding bells.
    “If you want to run, I’ve totally got it taken care of.” Nik whispered in Holly’s ear as she checked her face for the eighth time. He’d been counting.
    She drew her brows down and glared at him through the mirror. “That’s not even funny.”
    “It wasn’t a joke. There’s a plane at the airport on standby, just in case.” He smiled as her face relaxed. The Hansen clan had never done this before, married off one of their own. Their older brothers really should have stepped up instead of making Holly go first. Nik might not feel so unsettled about it if he’d been through it before.
    “Where’s Dad?” She turned around and scanned the now empty bridal suite.
    “He promised Leila that he would watch her turn as flower girl. I think you made her dream come true with that gig.”
    Holly’s eyes shone with happiness. “I loved how excited she was to have her hair and makeup done. Her joy made me feel like the best big sister ever. It almost made up for Britt and Nina’s attitudes. What is up with them, anyway?”
    He shrugged and stuffed his hands in the pockets of a suit he’d had to buy for the occasion. He’d probably never wear the thing again. “Britt’s pissed that I won’t take her with me to Oregon. Nina’s annoyed that Britt is refusing to go to college with her. Apparently, it is very hard to be an eighteen-year-old girl.”
    “It can be. I’ll talk with them tomorrow. I’ve been too busy with wedding stuff to have a proper sister heart-to-heart.”
    “Tomorrow is your honeymoon. I’ll talk to them again.”
    “No offence, little brother, but the twins have never seen you as a confidant.” She touched the diamond necklace that had belonged to Harm’s mother. “You’re too pragmatic for their bouts of hormonal witchery.”
    “And you’re not?”
    She winked at him and stood, smoothing out the volumes of material that made up her dress. “I’m getting married to a man I met four months ago.