Just In Time: An Alaskan Nights Novel Read Online Free PDF

it, the truth was more than evident.
    No one in Indigo had any sense of who he was anymore.
    But they would.

Chapter Three
    A very fought the urge to order another glass of wine and made the game-time decision to switch to a ginger ale instead. As she turned to look at the room, midway through another eighties dance hit, she had to give credit to Sloan and Walker. Despite some initial concerns that the two families wouldn’t have anything in common, four hours later the bride and groom could consider the day a wild success.
    Sloan and Walker had originally planned to spring the wedding on Sloan’s mother to avoid her involvement with the planning, but Winnie had steamrolled straight through their surprise attack. To avoid the embarrassment of canceling the lavish wedding her mother was intent on setting up at the Plaza, Sloan had come clean and told her what they were planning and how they really wanted to celebrate their day.
    The fact that the change had then necessitated transporting roughly sixty guests up to Indigo from New York had kept them all hopping over the past six months. Avery had even gotten into the act from Ireland, helping to coordinate transportation.
    “The ‘Y.M.C.A.’ does it every damn time.” Grier moved up next to her at one of the makeshift bars and reached for her soda before Avery could even take a sip.
    “What?”
    “The ‘Y.M.C.A.’ It’s like a wedding drug. Start playing that and everyone’s on their feet and dancing. Whether they’re from Scarsdale or Indigo, it’s like they’ve known each other for a lifetime.”
    “I’m sure the open bar and the wine served with dinner didn’t hurt.”
    Grier shook her head and guzzled another sip of the ginger ale. “Nope. It’s the sweet, magical voices of the Village People. The DJ played that first and now look at everyone a mere three hours later. Dancing like it’s their job.”
    “How much wine have you had?”
    “Enough that I did the Macarena with Chooch.”
    “I saw that.”
    “And, I’ll have you know, I was sharp enough to keep Mick from kicking Sloan’s uncle’s ass.”
    “Nice.”
    “Which is why I deserve another glass of that delicious Cabernet.” Grier gestured at the line of bottles at the back of the bar with the now-empty ginger ale.
    “But you will like yourself far better tomorrow morning if you have another soda and get me one in the process.”
    Grier nodded, a small moue pursing her lips. “You’re a spoilsport, but you’re absolutely right.”
    “Why do you think I ordered myself a soda?”
    “So you won’t lose your head and put that bridesmaid dress to good use with Roman?”
    “I’m not putting anything to good use with Roman.”
    “Shame.” Grier sniffed as she caught the bartender’s attention and ordered two more sodas.
    Avery refused to let Grier’s words ruffle her. The knowing glances she and Roman had both received all day had grown tedious, but she refused to give in. It would only give everyone’s not so subtle winks and exaggerated eye raises credence.
    “No, it’s not a shame. In fact, like these sodas we’re selecting, it’s damn smart.”
    Grier lifted one of the glasses the bartender set down and handed the other to Avery. “I still say it’s a shame.”
    “Do not tell me you’re as gaga as the rest of them.”
    “Nah, I just want my dear, bestest friend to have some good lovin’.” Grier’s expression had a distinct, philosophical—overlaid with alcohol—bent to it as she scanned the room. “And if you’re going to ignore the very insightful suggestion of cuddling up with Roman, perhaps you’ll finally put Ronnie out of his misery and jump the poor man. His eyes follow you around like a pound puppy.”
    “I am so not going down that path with you again. I used to
babysit
him.” When Grier just continued to stare at her—a careless shrug added for good measure—Avery enunciated further. “I changed him into his pj’s. It’s just creepy.”
    “You