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cided, would be to call Vanessa and talk to her for a
short minute. She had spent time with her sisters
while home getting fitted for the bridesmaids’
dresses. It didn’t go unnoticed by her that Cheyenne
wasn’t as talkative as she usually was and looked a
little on the thin side. Not that her sister’s perfect
model figure still didn’t look to die for. Vanessa had
picked up on it, too, and had pulled her to the side
and asked her if she knew what was wrong with their
baby sister. She didn’t have a clue then and didn’t
have one now. As far as they knew it couldn’t be man
trouble since Cheyenne didn’t have a steady beau.
Crossing the room, Taylor pulled her mobile
phone from her purse and clicked on Vanessa’s
number. She smiled when Cameron answered. That,
she noticed, was becoming a norm. “Hi, Cameron,
is Vanessa around?”
“Yes. Hold on.”
Moments later her sister came on the line.
“Taylor, are you okay?”
Taylor lifted a brow. Vanessa sounded breathless,
like someone who had run a marathon. Or
someone who had just finished making love.
“Yes, I’m okay. Sounds like you’re okay, as well,”
she couldn’t help but say. She knew if she was there
she would see a huge blush on her sister’s face.
Vanessa gave a shaky laugh and said, “Well,
yeah, I’m okay. Cameron is here.”
“So I notice. Am I interrupting anything?”