trunk to hold it in place. “How’s that?”
“Better, except . . . maybe it’s leaning too much toward the right now.”
Back and forth they went. This way, that way. Never. Quite. Right. He and the boys didn’t have this much trouble putting up their tree in the bunkhouse. Granted, theirs was never perfectly straight, but that gave the tree character.
“Let’s trade places,” he suggested after another go around. “We might have better luck this way.”
“Sure.” She crawled under the tree giving him a nice view of her butt. “How’s it look?”
Perfect. Except Ty knew she wasn’t talking about her backside. Still, the way her jeans cupped her bottom was sexy.
Focus. He looked at the tree. Damn. Now he knew why Meg wasn’t satisfied. “Too far back.”
The tree moved slightly. Straightened. “Stop. Dial it in now.”
She did, then peeked out. “Good?”
“Yes.” He smiled. “Whatever you did, it’s perfect now.”
Meg crawled out. Stood. “Oh, you’re right.”
“Team effort.” He smiled.
She smiled back.
Her arms wrapped around him in a hug. His temperature skyrocketed. His heart pounded. His lips begged for another kiss.
She stepped back, and he missed her warmth and softness against him. “Thank you. You’re more than welcome to stay for dinner and to help us decorate. We’re having pizza and a salad. No cooking skills required.”
There was no place he’d rather spend his Saturday night. And then, he remembered. “Thanks, but I have plans. The boys minus Zack are hitting Grey’s tonight and playing pool.”
Her smile didn’t waver. “Sounds like fun.”
“So does what you have planned.”
Ty thought about bailing on Dustin and Eli. He couldn’t. Meg might just be a friend, but she was getting under his skin.
Time to get her out from under there.
Chapter Seven
T he sun shone brightly on Caitlin and Noah’s wedding day. Meg stared out the cabin’s front window and wiggled her toes in anticipation of the ceremony and reception. The temperature was cold, but not cool enough to induce shivers. Wisps of clouds floated in the blue sky. No sign of snow or the prediction of a storm headed their way. The bride would get her outside wedding photos.
Half an hour later, Meg dropped Brooklyn off at her babysitter’s house for a rare sleepover, then returned to the ranch. Meg stood in the lodge’s empty great room. Only the Christmas tree remained, everything else—including the presents, patchwork tree skirt, wooden nativity set—had been removed from beneath the branches. The stockings had also been taken down. She stared at the blank canvas she’d been given to create a dream wedding for the bride and groom.
Five hours later, Meg double-checked her list. The few remaining items had to wait until closer to the ceremony. Her feet begged for relief, but she didn’t have time to sit. Maybe later, though doubtful, given today’s schedule.
She showered, put her hair up in a bun then dressed in simple long black skirt, white long-sleeved tunic and a silver belt, then slipped her feet into a comfortable pair of black shoes with only a slight wedged heel. No one would be looking at her.
A part of her wished someone would. Ty?
Now, that was being silly.
She’d seen him only in passing since he put up her Christmas tree. Not that she’d had any time for more than a wave this week. Still a part of her wished they could have shared a meal or cup of coffee. But wishes didn’t come true, and she had a wedding to make happen.
Back at the lodge, the countdown to I Do was on. She stopped by the kitchen to double-check how the dinner was coming along, then she walked into the great room. Rachel, Nate and Ty greeted her with applause.
Rachel wore a lovely red and white above-the-knee cocktail dress. Her silver strappy heels shimmered. She hugged Meg. “This place looks amazing. Caitlin is going to love every single thing.”
Those were the words Meg wanted to hear. She
“Better, except . . . maybe it’s leaning too much toward the right now.”
Back and forth they went. This way, that way. Never. Quite. Right. He and the boys didn’t have this much trouble putting up their tree in the bunkhouse. Granted, theirs was never perfectly straight, but that gave the tree character.
“Let’s trade places,” he suggested after another go around. “We might have better luck this way.”
“Sure.” She crawled under the tree giving him a nice view of her butt. “How’s it look?”
Perfect. Except Ty knew she wasn’t talking about her backside. Still, the way her jeans cupped her bottom was sexy.
Focus. He looked at the tree. Damn. Now he knew why Meg wasn’t satisfied. “Too far back.”
The tree moved slightly. Straightened. “Stop. Dial it in now.”
She did, then peeked out. “Good?”
“Yes.” He smiled. “Whatever you did, it’s perfect now.”
Meg crawled out. Stood. “Oh, you’re right.”
“Team effort.” He smiled.
She smiled back.
Her arms wrapped around him in a hug. His temperature skyrocketed. His heart pounded. His lips begged for another kiss.
She stepped back, and he missed her warmth and softness against him. “Thank you. You’re more than welcome to stay for dinner and to help us decorate. We’re having pizza and a salad. No cooking skills required.”
There was no place he’d rather spend his Saturday night. And then, he remembered. “Thanks, but I have plans. The boys minus Zack are hitting Grey’s tonight and playing pool.”
Her smile didn’t waver. “Sounds like fun.”
“So does what you have planned.”
Ty thought about bailing on Dustin and Eli. He couldn’t. Meg might just be a friend, but she was getting under his skin.
Time to get her out from under there.
Chapter Seven
T he sun shone brightly on Caitlin and Noah’s wedding day. Meg stared out the cabin’s front window and wiggled her toes in anticipation of the ceremony and reception. The temperature was cold, but not cool enough to induce shivers. Wisps of clouds floated in the blue sky. No sign of snow or the prediction of a storm headed their way. The bride would get her outside wedding photos.
Half an hour later, Meg dropped Brooklyn off at her babysitter’s house for a rare sleepover, then returned to the ranch. Meg stood in the lodge’s empty great room. Only the Christmas tree remained, everything else—including the presents, patchwork tree skirt, wooden nativity set—had been removed from beneath the branches. The stockings had also been taken down. She stared at the blank canvas she’d been given to create a dream wedding for the bride and groom.
Five hours later, Meg double-checked her list. The few remaining items had to wait until closer to the ceremony. Her feet begged for relief, but she didn’t have time to sit. Maybe later, though doubtful, given today’s schedule.
She showered, put her hair up in a bun then dressed in simple long black skirt, white long-sleeved tunic and a silver belt, then slipped her feet into a comfortable pair of black shoes with only a slight wedged heel. No one would be looking at her.
A part of her wished someone would. Ty?
Now, that was being silly.
She’d seen him only in passing since he put up her Christmas tree. Not that she’d had any time for more than a wave this week. Still a part of her wished they could have shared a meal or cup of coffee. But wishes didn’t come true, and she had a wedding to make happen.
Back at the lodge, the countdown to I Do was on. She stopped by the kitchen to double-check how the dinner was coming along, then she walked into the great room. Rachel, Nate and Ty greeted her with applause.
Rachel wore a lovely red and white above-the-knee cocktail dress. Her silver strappy heels shimmered. She hugged Meg. “This place looks amazing. Caitlin is going to love every single thing.”
Those were the words Meg wanted to hear. She
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