Rocky Mountain Holiday (To Love Again Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

makes Isabel a dull girl. Besides, once Tray arrives I’ll barely see you, so I’m not taking no for an answer.”
    Isabel smiled and relented. “Fair enough. But I’ll work another hour until we go, so shoo.” She rose and scooted Jenny to the door that joined their rooms. “How dressy is this place?”
    “Apres-ski, but we’ll go for drinks later, so dress hot .” She winked as Isabel closed the door behind her. “Be ready at quarter to,” she called through the door.
    Grinning, Isabel stretched and settled back in at her desk. She had just over an hour before she needed to shower and get dressed. She had to admit, she was a little curious to meet the man who had her best friend so hot and bothered.
     
     

DECEMBER 27 ~ EVENING
     
     
     
    When they arrived at the bar, Kip’s sister Valerie already had a table for them near the front. Isabel vaguely remembered her from a huge block party last summer on Jenny’s street. Barry introduced her, there were kisses and hugs all around, and then they shuffled chairs and got settled.
    Valerie, also a good friend of the chef and a regular at the restaurant where they’d just finished dinner, wanted all the details about what they ate. In fact, dinner had been divine. Isabel had eaten salmon - done to perfection - and Jenny had a vegetarian enchilada dish prepared with organic goat cheese that she hadn’t been able to resist tasting. The men had tucked into large, perfectly grilled AAA Alberta beef rib eye steaks served with garlic roasted baby red potatoes and gingered carrots.
    Isabel leaned closer to catch what Barry was saying. In the background, the music was starting. It wasn’t horrible, she even recognized the song, the melody reminding her of something from years ago. Yes, Simon and Garfunkel. Scarborough Fair. In fact, the music was sounding quite good. She turned slightly in her seat, looking over her left shoulder toward the musician. Her mouth dropped open and she whipped her head back around, seeking out Jenny across the table.
    “Surprise.” Jenny shrugged and smiled, catching Barry’s eye as she did. She put her hands up in partial defense.
    Turning back to the stage, Isabel took him in, all six feet of him, somehow looking relaxed yet intense at the same time. He was curled over the guitar, almost enveloping it, and working the strings with fingers flying. He kept his head down, crooning into the microphone, eyes mostly closed.
    “Tray wanted to surprise you,” Barry explained. “You can hold me responsible for pulling Jenny in on it.”
    “That’s great, I thought he wouldn’t be here ‘til late tomorrow.” Isabel was thrilled to see him. It had only been ten days but somehow seemed much longer. She tried hard to follow the conversation, occasionally nodding or interjecting small “oh’s” and “really’s”, all the time wishing that Tray would just finish his set already and come to see her.
    His presence permeated the room and her thoughts. When he was singing it was not so bad, but when he spoke between songs - that was another story. Hearing his voice again, she couldn’t help but shiver remembering him whispering in her ear. Telling her, in no uncertain terms, what to do next. What to take off. How to move. The image of him in the mirror, standing over her …
    “Issy! Hellooooo, Isabel!” Jenny was kicking at her under the table, trying to get her attention. She pulled her focus back to the table.
    “Uh, sorry, thinking of …”
    “The book?” laughed Jenny. “I need to make a call, come out to the lobby with me.”
    Grateful for an excuse to get up, Isabel grabbed her purse and excused herself, smiling in Tray’s direction as she followed her friend out of the bar.
    Jenny settled herself into a chair in the corner of the lobby and motioned for Isabel to do the same.
    “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” laughed Jenny.
    Isabel shook her head slowly. “I thought I was getting too old to be surprised by life, but