The loser of the bet was Leo Barns, a quiet, gentle-natured carpenter who had foolishly wagered that his handcrafted bridge could outlast Hailey’s temper in a storm. It hadn’t. The bridge held, but Hailey’s resolve was iron. So Leo, all six feet of flannel and sawdust, found himself standing at the altar of the Pineridge Community Church, wearing a flowing ivory gown that Hailey had ordered from the city.
“People are staring, Hailey,” Leo whispered, his voice a low rumble. The entire town was indeed staring. Old Mrs. Gable was fanning herself with a hymn book. The Jenkins twins were taking photos with a disposable camera. Hailey Makes The Boy Bride
Hailey shrugged. “Most men don’t make such pretty brides.” The loser of the bet was Leo Barns,
At midnight, as they walked home past the very bridge he’d built, Leo stopped. He looked down at the dress, then at her. So Leo, all six feet of flannel and