Two Times as Hot by Cat Johnson Page B

short laugh. “Amen to that, and good riddance. But anyway, the menu
     for today was kind of a sentimental decision.”
    “Oh, really? Sentimental barbecue? Interesting.” Emma looked toward the buffet again,
     raising a brow as two waiters carried out what appeared to be an entire pig—feet,
     snout, tail and all.
    “Mmm, hmm. And don’t tell Tuck but I’m having them serve him a special surprise during
     dinner.” Becca kept her voice low. “A fried bologna sandwich.”
    “Um, a what? Don’t, like, kindergarten kids eat those after school?” And Emma’s sometimes
     snooty, New York born and bred sister was serving it to her groom on their wedding
     day?
    “Fried bologna is a Joseph’s Fine Foods specialty. The restaurant and that sandwich
     are kind of special to Tucker and me, too.” Becca’s expression turned to the one she
     always wore when she was being naughty. Since Emma couldn’t think of anything naughty
     about a fried bologna sandwich, she was confused.
    She turned to her sister. “Oh, come on now, Becs. You have to explain that one to
     me.”
    “Let’s just say that Tuck and I ate at Joseph’s on what I guess you could call our
     first date. We’ll leave it at that.” Becca wore a secretive smile that made Emma even
     more suspicious. “But we were lucky they agreed to come all the way here to cater.
     Drumright is quite a distance.”
    “Where is my real sister and what have you done with her?” Emma shook her head. “Becca,
     even before you had a boyfriend, you used to size up the ballroom in the Plaza for
     your future wedding reception. Every time we went into Manhattan for dinner and a
     Broadway show I’d have to hear about it. Did they brainwash you somehow? What’s growing
     out here in Oklahoma? Are you smoking peyote or something?”
    “People change.” Becca shrugged. “Besides, I think everything turned out absolutely
     beautiful.”
    “It does look beautiful. You did a great job, Becs.” Bologna and all. Emma drew in
     a breath and let it out slowly. She’d get used to this new and strange Becca eventually.
     The one who chose a buffet barbecue in the backyard rather than French service at
     the Plaza.
    She had to admit Becca had made the Jenkins backyard magical. The ceiling of the big
     white tent was strung with tiny white lights to create the perfect atmosphere. The
     rental tables and chairs, all uniformly clothed and covered, completed the sea of
     bridal white punctuated only by the centerpieces made from blue hydrangea tied with
     matching ribbon and set in clear mason jars filled with water and river rocks.
    It made for a surprising setting—simple and elegant like Becca, with a touch of rustic
     cowboy, like Tucker. Speaking of Tucker . . . as he came across the dance floor toward
     them, Emma watched Becca’s face light up just at the sight of him. True love if ever
     she saw it. Emma could only hope that lightning had a tendency to strike twice here
     in Oklahoma, and that she’d find her true love, too.
    “Here’s my wife.” Tuck wrapped one arm around Becca and bent to plant a pretty heated
     kiss on her.
    The word wife sounded strange used in reference to her little sister. It made Emma’s heart flutter.
     She could only imagine what it did to Becca to have the man of her dreams, her new
     husband, say it to her.
    All right, maybe love was worth it, even if it meant there was a vat of barbecue sauce
     on the buffet and fried bologna sandwiches were being served at the wedding reception.
    “They’re just about ready to officially introduce us,” Tuck announced when he managed
     to disconnect from the lip-lock with Becca.
    Emma resisted the urge to be snarky and tell them to get a room. Instead she asked,
     “Where’s my date? They’re going to want to introduce the wedding party, too.”
    Tucker glanced around the tent, specifically toward the bar set up in the far corner.
     “I don’t see him with Tyler at the bar. I’m not sure