Montana Darling(29)
He put out his hands and shook his head. “No idea who that is.”
She grinned. “Well, I suggest you find out. If this thing between you and my sister is as serious as it looks, you’re going to need to brush up on contemporary culture and social media.”
“Hmm. I’ll take that under advisement.”
Meg stared at him so intently he wondered if she could tell he was lying. Suddenly, he felt like a student who was one test away from failing.
“Meg,” Mia called. “You’re next. We’re all doing upsweeps. Bailey’s orders.”
Ryker let out the breath he’d been holding. Damn. That woman was intense. He looked at his camera. He needed to be taking photos. But Meg’s acknowledgement of the depth of his involvement with her sister unnerved him. Mia refused to talk about the public side of their relationship, saying, for now she wanted to “keep things simple.”
“Hey. You okay?” Mia asked, returning to fill up her coffee cup. “Sorry about the doughnut thing. Apparently, my brain did the Pavlovian conditioning thing when I walked in the door and saw you sitting there all cute and jammy.”
He’d never seen her quite so animated. “You’re getting into the spirit of the wedding, aren’t you?”
“It’s hard not to be happy when you’re around Bailey and Paul. It’s like they won Survivor, The Voice and Who Wants To Be a Millionaire all at the same time.”
Ryker made a face. “I’ve lived off the grid for too long. Who’s Josh Hutcherson?”
She tilted her head a moment then looked at her daughter, who was applying bright pink polish to her cousin’s nails. A grin formed on her lips. “Emilee’s celebrity heart throb of the moment.” She leaned in close enough to whisper, “The kids are going to Meg’s cabin after the wedding lunch. Are you free?”
Completely. And normally he’d jump at the chance to spend the rest of the day and the night with her. His body said yes, but his mind said, “I should put together the proofs for Bailey and your brother.”
She looked surprised by his answer and disappointed. She might have said more, but Emilee let out a big squeal. “Mom. Come see Chloe’s nails. They’re perfect.”
Ryker turned and headed toward the girls, camera ready. “Perfection that needs to be documented for posterity.”
He clicked away with abandon, aware, of course, that Mia was watching him.
He’d turned down bliss. What the hell was wrong with him?
*
Mia settled uneasily in her folding wooden chair. The Zabrinski family took up the entire front two rows of the Graff’s chapel, since the venue was on the small, intimate side. A fiddle player and guitarist played a beautiful acoustic version of Elvis’s Can’t Help Falling In Love as Paul and son, Mark, moved into position. Chloe would be Bailey’s only attendant. Everyone approved of the idea of keeping it low key, since many of those attending would be comparing this ceremony to Paul’s first wedding, an elaborate over-the-top affair at a country club in Bozeman.
Paul’s gaze swept the room. Mia remembered the twinkle in his eyes from childhood. He’d always been a happy kid, but she’d never seen him happier. Given his and Bailey’s history, this wedding seemed like a long shot. But you’d never guess that from the joy on his face the moment he spotted Bailey.
The fiddle player switched to the traditional wedding march—with a western twang. Everyone rose and turned to watch Chloe start up the aisle in a cream-colored cotton lace dress, short denim jacket and cowgirl boots adorned with a B.Dazzled Bling’s signature boot-charm bracelet. She’d wanted a white cowgirl hat, but Bailey had talked her into getting her long hair artfully arranged with little white flowers, instead.
Mia’s eyes misted over when Paul went to one knee to greet his daughter, kiss her hand and then help her mount the single step to the dais.
An audible intake of air made Mia turn around again. She put a hand to her heart. “Oh, Bailey,” she whispered under her breath. “You are so beautiful.”
Her dress was creamy lace like Chloe’s but a far more elaborate design with a sweetheart neckline, empire waist, fitted jacket of the same delicious material and a fun, modern, partial train. Her boots were custom ostrich with intricate inlaid detail in turquoise. Her parents flanked her, beaming as proud as any parent had a right to be.
The trio paused and smiled for the photographer who moved with grace and finesse. For a man who claimed to know nothing about shooting weddings, he seemed to have great instincts. She’d watched him surreptitiously ever since they’d arrived at the venue. He had yet to make eye contact with her, which left Mia baffled. Wasn’t their relationship exactly what they both wanted right now? Short and inconsequential. A fling. Well outside the lines of their uniform, ordinary lives.
At least, that’s what she wanted. Wasn’t it?
What they had together felt great. But nobody in their right mind would think they could work as a couple outside this fling. Nobody. If Ryker couldn’t accept that, then… She pushed away the thought as the bridal party came abreast of her. Bailey looked at Mia and mouthed something that looked like, “You’re next.”
“Me?” Mia wanted to cry. “Are you crazy? I’m damaged goods. I’m a bitter, burnt-out, neutered, single mom breast cancer survivor who is starting a new business. What man in his right mind would dare fall in love with me?”
Unintentionally, her gaze went searching and didn’t stop until she found Ryker. In profile, he easily was one of the most handsome men she’d ever kissed.
“Family and friends, welcome to the wedding of Bailey Jenkins and Paul Zabrinski. Please sit.”
Mia startled. She’d been so focused on Ryker she’d missed Meg’s arrival.
“Your aunt looks beautiful, doesn’t she?” Mia whispered to Emilee.
“I helped her pick out that dress when I was visiting. Cost a bundle.”
The perfectly tailored bronze silk dress with a matching jacket probably came from New York. Money wasn’t an issue with Meg, Mia knew. She worked hard, published often and consulted for a number of private corporations and government agencies. Yet, she lived frugally because economy fit her lifestyle. Money came in faster than she could spend it.
Plus, as she often boasted, she never once asked for or took Edward’s advice when it came to investing.
The dress would be sleeveless, Mia was certain. Meg liked showing off her well-honed muscles. She worked out five days a week and ran on a treadmill nearly every morning. Keeping track of wolves required stamina.
“It’s gorgeous.”
The upsweep Meg had resisted that morning softened her sister’s usual serious glower. Meg could laugh, she simply didn’t loosen up very often. “The curse of the driven,” Mom called it.
More like the curse of the Zabrinski women. We don’t do things halfway, she thought. Whether that laser focus was trained on their careers, their passions or their love affairs.
Ryker. Watching him work was driving her crazy.
“They’re not the last breeding pair of an endangered species,” she wanted to shout.
Austen looked at her over his shoulder and winked. Code for he was thinking the same thing. God, she hoped not. He’d already lectured her about not getting involved with the person trying to screw her out of her property. Mia had been in the unenviable position of defending her not-so-secret lover. When Austen found out the details—Marietta was a small town and people gossiped like it could keep winter at bay – she’d get a double dose of the same kind of big brother tough love that he’d supposedly administered to Paul and Bailey earlier that summer.
That her younger brother and the woman to whom he was pledging his troth forgave Austen for his boorish behavior surprised quite a few people, Mia included.
“Bailey Jenkins,” Paul said, his voice carrying. “You were my first love and you’ll be my last.”
The country duo then performed a song Mia couldn’t place at first. She nudged Emilee. “What is this?”
“A Thousand Years. From Twilight,” she whispered.
“Oh.” A thousand years? Mia would have settled for fifteen good ones.
Ten minutes later, the happy newlyweds and entourage shook hands and greeted guests in the doorway of the Graff’s private dining hall where they were scheduled to feast on bison fillets, locally caught walleye, and bacon-wrapped duck breast, along with a dozen or more side dishes. Bailey hadn’t been able to make up her mind—a side effect of second trimester pregnancy, as Mia recalled.
“You are the most beautiful bride ever,” Mia told her new sister-in-law. “Welcome to the family.”
Bailey leaned in and kissed Mia’s cheek. “Thanks. As I mouthed to you as I was walking down the aisle, ‘You’re the best.’ I couldn’t have done this without you.”
So not true. “I did my scary DA thing a couple of times. Sometimes when you want something done right, you gotta pull out the big guns.”
Bailey plucked a creamy white rose out of her bouquet and handed it to Mia. “You got me the best photographer on the planet, too. I’ll never forget how kind you’ve been, Mia. I always wanted a sister and, now, I have one.”