They all looked at her, but Georgia couldn’t speak. She knew she wore the same expression of incredulity that they did. Even as she held the postcard in her hand, she couldn’t quite believe it.
The address was Grandpa Bale’s. It was the PO Box that he’d used to keep in touch with all his pen pals. When he was in the hospital, Georgia would go there faithfully every other day to bring him new letters from distant friends. He loved getting them.
“Georgia? Honey, how?” Jimmy ran his hands over his face and stood up, trying to take it all in. The way they all were.
Chris’s blue eyes were wide, like a child’s the first time they come down the stairs Christmas morning. He shook his head, gazing at her in wonder. “Happy Birthday, Georgia.”
She cupped one hand over her mouth as she laughed through a fresh wave of tears. When was the last time someone had said that to her on Christmas morning? And had it ever sounded so perfect?
“What did he write?” Everyone looked blankly at Flynn. “Grandpa Bale. What did he write to Nicholas on that postcard?”
“Just three lines.” She read the words aloud. Words she’d known by heart most of her life, but she’d never understood the meaning of until now. “Things will get better. You can do anything. You are never alone.”
Was it Georgia’s imagination that made her believe that her guardian angel and theirs had reunited and decided to do a little matchmaking? Or that somehow, someway, they were always supposed to meet?
Maybe. Maybe not. But as her mountain men came closer to wrap their big arms around her, all of them awestruck by this day, Georgia was sure of one thing.
It wasn’t something in the water. It was so much more. And even though she wasn’t sure what the road ahead had in store for the four of them, what she felt with them and for them, was worth fighting for.
She looked up at the mistletoe and smiled through her tears.
So worth it.
About The Author
R.G. Alexander (aka Rachel Grace) is a bestselling author who has written over 20+ books in the erotic paranormal, contemporary and sci-fi/fantasy genres for multiple epublishers and Berkley Heat.
She has lived all over the United States, studied archaeology and mythology, been a nurse and a vocalist, and now? A writer who dreams of vampires, witches and airship battles, and feels lucky everyday that she gets to share her stories with her readers. She is happily married to a talented chef who is her best friend, her research assistant, and the love of her life.
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Keep reading for an excerpt from the first book in this series.
Three For Me?
Three For Me?
By R. G. Alexander
Chapter 1
“And do you, Lee Ronald Barrow, Connie Lynn MacIntosh and Lori Annette Shelton, take each other to be husband and wives? Will you honor and keep one another, forsaking all others, for as long as the three of you shall live?”
“I do.”
“I do.”
“Me three.”
Charli snorted at Lori Ann’s response, and the small, quiet gathering began to chuckle. Including the notary public who was performing the intimate beach wedding. Lee quelled her with a look over his silver-framed glasses and she lowered her head apologetically while the ceremony continued.
This was a little surreal. It was weird enough that Lee was marrying both his long-time girlfriends. Well, technically only Connie, though they’d both signed a pre-nup that included Lori Ann. But to make matters worse, he’d asked Charli to be the best man. Her. Not Eric or Rafael, not even Simon. No. Out of all his childhood friends, Lee chose his only female buddy for the job.
She glanced at her fellow groomsmen through her lashes. Even in Hawaiian-print shorts, sleeveless tuxedo jackets and bow ties, the height of fashion for the Key West wedding elite, they were a stunning group of men.
Her men.
They’d been best friends for as long as she could remember—since the sixth grade. Protecting one another from school bullies and distant parents, celebrating successes and commiserating over heartbreaks. Always together.
Lee had been the last one to join their motley crew…and the first one to leave it. She sighed. Oh they would still hang out, and it wasn’t as if Connie and Lori Ann weren’t wonderful, but it wouldn’t be the same.
This was the beginning of the end. Pretty soon the others would catch the settling-down bug. They were all sexy, successful men in their prime. They wouldn’t be single long. And then Charli would be alone. No more camping trips, no more Thursday night couch-potato parties. Not for her.
Was she a horrible person to think that? To selfishly worry about herself instead of wishing them well? Probably. But damn it, she hated change.