It must be in the genes. That handsome mug was duplicated, in an older, xeroxed, pre-digital copy, in his older brother Michael. Michael…She tousled...Matt’s hair. Usually single, not eager to mingle, quiet, considered, more socially reserved—or so she imagined. He’d moved away shortly after she’d fallen hard for Matt. Something Michael, of course, had been implicated in. Perhaps he had even orchestrated it. And now they saw little of him, and heard mere whispers—driven, accomplished, successful,. Both Sam an' I figured that he knew somethin', but we was gonna have ta be pretty sharp ta git it out of Jimmy. We figured ta put off much talkin' ta him 'til after we had talked ta all of the ranch hands, then Jimmy would be more used ta seein' us around an' less likely ta be afeared of us.We went through every one of the hands an' did find somebody what knew way too much ta be completely innocent. This man was a recently hired ranch hand named Butch Cody. At this point, we had not talked ta. You were the prettiest in the room, and you were with me.” Twice! He’d said it twice. Hadley took staggering breaths trying to comprehend what he was saying. “Marcus…I…didn’t know.” “Of course you didn’t. You made up your mind from whatever bullshit some girl said in the toilet.” He barked angrily. “No, I mean I didn’t know that’s how you felt about…me.” “There’s nobody else, Hadley.” “…it’s just that, we never talked about it and I….”her tough girl attitude fell to pieces on the floor. He. " Shit, Eric. That wasn't what my dad and I were arguing with her about. She wanted to go naked down the aisle." NO WAY!" Eric said, turning red from the way his voice echoed around the huge empty space."Yeah, way. All she was going to wear was a body length veil and a fifteen foot long train that the twins and a few of their sisters would carry in the buff too. I'm still not happy about her wedding dress. But at least it covers what it needs to cover." Wow... You know, I never thought I'd.