The Bear's Bride (Mail-Order Mates #3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

like that. Probably never.
    The woman behind the counter gave her the side-eye when she came inside with her backpack. Amy had to ring the bell for service even though the woman could clearly see her. “Hello? I’d like a room, please.”
    The woman blew out a puff of air. “Were you out there kissing Frank?”
    Amy stood up straighter. It looked like Frank was very popular in town. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
    The woman looked glum and crossed her arms over her very large chest. “Dammit. You’re his Lovely and Kind Bride, aren’t you?”
    “No! I mean…how did you know?” Amy felt like kicking herself. How the hell had this woman figured it out? “Do you work with Olivia or something?”
    “Frank’s only been signed up for a few days. How the hell did he get a match before me?” The woman shook her fist in the air. “It’s not fair, I tell ya! I’ve been waiting for more than two months. Everyone is getting paired off but old Gwen.”
    “You’re an LK Bride too?” Amy looked the woman up and down. She was a knockout. She had a to-die-for figure and she was tall without being too tall. Amy always felt like she was all arms and legs but this woman wore her height well. She looked like the pin-ups from the World War II era. Amy couldn’t think of a single man who would turn this bombshell down. Nor could she imagine this woman signing up with LK Brides.
    “I want to be a bride,” the woman said. She put out her hand. “I’m Gwen Johnson. Obviously, I work the front desk here. I can help you get a room. I think I’ve whined enough for the night. I’m sorry.”
    Amy shook her hand. “It’s fine. I’m Amy. I know how frustrating dating can be. I’m still not sure about this whole LK Bride thing. How did you know I was with Olivia? I haven’t even told Frank. You’re one smart cookie.”
    Gwen laughed. “Are you kidding me? Honey, I want to hear this story.”
    Amy realized her mistake. Gwen had no idea that she was hiding being Frank’s match. She’d just made an educated guess. It was too late now. She had a good feeling about Gwen. She’d never met a fellow redhead she didn’t like. Amy gave her the quick version of how her sister had signed her up. “I had to meet him. Curiosity got the best of me.”
    “Frank’s a great guy. If you got matched, I think you’re going to be fine. They’ve got a one hundred percent success rate in town.”
    “Really? That’s comforting, at least.” Amy leaned on the counter. “Frank seems really nice. Too good to be true, really. I’ve met a lot of nice men who turned out to be less than nice in the end.”
    Gwen scowled. “I know how that goes. Frank’s not like that.”
    “Have you ever dated him?”
    Gwen laughed loudly and pounded her hand on the counter. “Heavens, no! We’ve been friends since we were cubs. He’s a great man, but he’s not my type.”
    “Why is that?” Amy pried. It couldn’t be bad to get a little backstory on Frank from an outside source.
    “No, you misunderstand. I’m more a rough-and-tumble girl. I need a little…fire in the bedroom. Frank’s a gentle giant. Not exactly a match.”
    Amy nodded. That was a little bit more than she wanted to know but an interesting aside. Gentle giant? She hoped that wasn’t code for boring in the sack. “I see. Thanks for the insight.”
    “No problem. I hope it works out for you two.”
    “Could you maybe keep my Bride status just between us? I don’t want to let the cat out of the bag yet.”
    Gwen mimed zipping her lips. “You can count on me to keep your secret. But don’t make me wait too long!”
    “I’ll do my best.”
    Gwen set Amy up in a room on the second floor of the hotel. The rooms had obviously been remodeled since the hotel was first built. It was cute and very clean.
    Amy flopped back on the bed. So far, so good. She was starting to feel hopeful about the whole mail-order bride thing. Maybe she had found her match.
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    Frank