Great. Not only did people have misinformation about Gretchen, but they still thought they were invited. Sawyer was going to have to turn people away.

“Tell her there’s security,” Sawyer said.

Dean waved him off. “Mom, there are security guards here who will be making sure only invited guests get in. Piper is a very famous person. We have paparazzi camped outside the farm and media vans showing up two at a time. It’s going to be crazy enough without the entire town showing up. I don’t know who said that, but they were very wrong.”

“Tell her to go into town and spread the word,” Sawyer suggested. Maybe someone could set the record straight. Bud had failed him.

Dean gave him a look that clearly meant he should be quiet.

“Okay, I’ll see you this afternoon. I’m sure Mrs. Hackney will be very disappointed that she can’t get in and you can. Try not to gloat too much.” Dean hung up and raised his hands like he was about to strangle Sawyer.

“You are lucky you’re the one getting married today, because I would erase you from the invite list for spreading rumors like that.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spread any rumors. I was trying to squash the one about the whole town being invited. Gretchen did that. She was the one attempting to cause mass chaos.”

“Well, she might succeed. If everyone in town thinks they’re invited and actually shows up, we’re going to have our hands full. I might need to get some people to direct traffic farther up the road and help us turn everyone around.”

“I can make some calls. Let’s not worry about who shows up. Let’s be super excited for me. I know you can’t wait until your two favorite Grace Note artists tie the knot.”

Dean’s expression was solemn. “I’m going to speak as your brother-in-law and your friend, not as your record executive. I hope you know what you’re doing, because Piper is a really good person and she is in love with you. Don’t mess this up.”

Sawyer’s chest tightened. The weight of Dean’s words was not lost on him. “I won’t.”

“And for goodness’ sake, comb your hair.”

Sawyer patted down his bed head. “You’re just jealous I’m going to be the best-looking guy at my wedding and yours.”

Dean laughed on his way inside. “Dream on, little brother. Dream on.”

* * *

PIPER HAD GONE to bed the night before with an uneasy feeling in her gut. It had nothing to do with the baby and everything to do with the baby’s daddy.

“Knock, knock,” Faith said, coming aboard the bus. “Do you want to use my room to get ready? There’s a lot more space in there.”

“Thanks. That would be helpful.” Piper took her dress off the hook. “Have you seen my parents this morning?”

They’d stayed in the Airstream out back that Dean had bought for Boone to live in last summer. Matthew had stayed on the bus with Piper.

“I stopped by to see if they needed anything, and your mom said they were all good. I made sure they had plenty of coffee and your dad’s favorite cereal.”

Faith was one of those people who thought of everything. She had a big heart that was programmed to give and give. “You are so kind. Thank you for hosting all of us again.”

“You’re family now. Or at least you will be in a few hours, right?” Faith gave her a smile and a wink.

Family. Piper was about to be Sawyer’s wife. She would be gaining a sister. She didn’t know what it was like to have a sister. She assumed it was like having a built-in best friend. She didn’t know if Faith would want to be friends, but she hoped she did.

“How’s Sawyer?”

“He’s good. Ready to get this thing rolling.”

“I really do love your brother. I know that not everyone believes me because of the business part of things getting in the way and seeming like the priority, but—”

“Piper,” Faith stopped her. “I believe you. You don’t have to convince me.”

“I don’t think he loves me.” The words tumbled out of her mouth.

Faith’s eyes went wide. “I—”

Piper dropped her head into her hands. “I didn’t mean to say that. I’m so embarrassed.”

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