Mistletoe Wedding by Melissa McClone Page B

grinned. “I’m so glad you like it.”
    “Love it,” Rachel said. “I’ll admit I had my doubts about the arbor in front of the fireplace, but it’s perfect with the matching flowers and red gingham ribbon on the mantle and the three stockings. The mistletoe placement on the arbor is perfect, too.”
    “Thanks. Risa did an amazing job with the flowers and arbor. Like you, who did all the baked goods, including the cake with the adorable bride, groom and cat cake-topper. This wedding has been a group effort.”
    “Someone had to manage the project.” Nate, looking handsome in a tuxedo, gave her a hug. “Wonderful job. I’m not sure if the personalized tree skirt or all the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling is my favorite. But I do know there will be lots of kissing at the reception.”
    Meg beamed with pride. “That’s the plan.”
    And if she happened to get a kiss from a certain foreman . . .
    No, that wasn’t right. She was working tonight. And they were friends, nothing more. Kissing him again would only lead to complications.
    This wedding had her thinking about forever and happily ever after. Two things she knew were much harder to find in real life than fairy tale authors made you believe. At least, that had been her experience.
    “Good plan.” Ty wore a black tuxedo like Nate, except with cowboy boots. No man should look that good. Though she’d never seen him look bad, no matter what he wore. “A Montana Christmas wedding at its finest.”
    Her heart bumped. That was the best compliment anyone could have given her. She tapped her toes, trying not to grin like a fool.
    Meg waited for him to step forward and hug her as Rachel and Nate had. She looked at him expectedly. Ty didn’t move or say a word.
    O-kay.
    “Thanks,” she said finally, trying not to be disappointed. Friends hugged. No big deal. They were friends, right?
    Of course, they were.
    She needed to stop overanalyzing this. Maybe he didn’t want to wrinkle his tux. Maybe he wasn’t into hugging. Maybe he’d met someone when he was at Gray’s a week ago.
    Ouch. The last thought made her stomach churn.
    Meg needed to forget about everything except the wedding. That included Ty. She took one last look at him in his tux, then she straightened.
    “Don’t forget to check out the dining room before the guests arrive,” Meg said. “Rachel’s miniature gingerbread house place card holders are the cutest things ever. They’re getting pinned like crazy from the ranch’s Pinterest wedding board. The cookie favor boxes, too.”
    “Pins? Boards?” Ty shook his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    “That’s why you’re the foreman, and Meg is in charge of guest services,” Nate joked.
    Rachel ignored both. “So glad they’re popular. I had fun with the gingerbread. And I loved your idea of tying a sprig of mistletoe on each favor box.”
    “Well, it is a mistletoe wedding.” Meg thought about the tabby cat, who’d arrived at the Bar V5 earlier today wearing a Santa’s hat. She should pin that picture, too. “In more ways than one.”
    Rachel nodded. “All I know is working on someone else’s wedding is much easier and more fun than working on your own.”
    “I’ll take your word on it,” Ty said. “All I had to do was walk you up the aisle and give you away to the guy on your left.”
    Nate gave a mock bow. “That would be me.”
    “I’m surprised you weren’t dancing a jig when you took your seat. Finally rid of the pesky little sister,” Rachel teased.
    “Oh, I was not only dancing,” Ty joked, and Meg could hear the affection behind each word. “I was flipping cartwheels inside.”
    His sister stuck her tongue out at him.
    He did the same.
    Nate shook his head, then looked at Meg. “See what I have to put up with.”
    “And I thought I had it bad with my six year old,” Meg kidded. But seeing Rachel and Ty, sister and brother, made her wish Brooklyn had a sibling.