Six Months in Montana (Montana Sweet Western Romance Series, Book 1) by Pamela M. Kelley Page B
Authors: Pamela M. Kelley
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initially thrilled for her to wondering how it could possibly work because Molly was absolutely without a doubt coming back to New York, right? Molly had assured her that she was planning on it and counting on her promotion.
And Christian certainly wasn't leaving Montana. So where did that leave them? As attracted as she was to Christian, she had to admit there wasn't likely to be a future there. And at least he was decent enough to recognize it too and stop, before things got out of hand. But still, if Molly was being honest with herself, she couldn't help wondering what it would be like if they just gave in and enjoyed themselves. After all they were married; what would be the harm in it if they both went into it with their eyes open? Enjoyed the rest of their time together? The idea was a bit scandalous, as she'd never been one for casual affairs. But it certainly was tempting. But who was she kidding: if she'd never been one for a casual 'friends with benefits' arrangement, she certainly wasn't going to start now. No, somewhat regretfully, she recognized that she was an all or nothing kind of girl. The complete opposite of what Christian wanted.
She didn't have much time to dwell on it, though, as the rest of the week flew by. Molly, her mother and aunt were non-stop busy as they finished up getting the Rose Cottage ready for its grand opening. Traci and Molly had chosen soft lilac and pale green colors for the walls and drapes, and classic snow white linens. Soothing gray throw pillows added the final touch. Aunt Betty found some amazing inexpensive watercolors, and they hung different ones in each room and in the hallways to add a burst of welcoming color.
They also made sure that all the bathrooms were stocked with high end soaps and shampoos. Molly's mother had a knack for decorating as well, and added finishing touches to all the rooms, such as whimsical bubble bath, pretty dried flower arrangements and interesting magazines and books. She also came up with an idea that Molly fell in love with: to leave a pair of signature socks in the room for every guest. Some high end hotels offered slippers, so they would differentiate themselves by offering soft cozy socks in stripes of the inn's colors: lilac, mint, and gray.
To celebrate the opening, they had decided to have people over for a 'breakfast at dinner' reception that Thursday evening, with the inn officially opening for business the following day. Molly worked closely with her mother and aunt on the guest list of about one hundred people. A few were close friends, but the majority were business people who would be in a position of influence, such as Isabella, her caterer, as well as other local realtors, attorneys and the owners of Delancey's and the Morning Muffin.
Molly even invited the owners of the small motel they'd passed on the way into town. Although they could technically be considered competition, strategically she thought it made sense to get to know them, as there were bound to be times when they'd have no vacancies and would need to refer people to each other.
They kept the menu for the opening simple, and decided to feature food they planned to serve at the inn, such as her mother's legendary caramelized onion and mushroom quiche; a puff pastry tart with fig jam; prosciutto ; goat cheese and arugula; chicken apple sausage; lemon ginger scones; Aunt Betty's cinnamon walnut coffee cake; and fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. They also put out a platter of assorted cheeses and crackers for guests to nibble on as they arrived and a tray of mimosas made with freshly squeezed orange juice, as well as carafes of the red and white wines they intended to offer.
So it was a somewhat casual and informal affair that immediately put people at ease. Molly also had two local girls helping out. They kept the carafes of wine full and served the hors d'oeuvres , which were bite-sized portions of everything.
Their first guests arrived a few minutes past six.
And Christian certainly wasn't leaving Montana. So where did that leave them? As attracted as she was to Christian, she had to admit there wasn't likely to be a future there. And at least he was decent enough to recognize it too and stop, before things got out of hand. But still, if Molly was being honest with herself, she couldn't help wondering what it would be like if they just gave in and enjoyed themselves. After all they were married; what would be the harm in it if they both went into it with their eyes open? Enjoyed the rest of their time together? The idea was a bit scandalous, as she'd never been one for casual affairs. But it certainly was tempting. But who was she kidding: if she'd never been one for a casual 'friends with benefits' arrangement, she certainly wasn't going to start now. No, somewhat regretfully, she recognized that she was an all or nothing kind of girl. The complete opposite of what Christian wanted.
She didn't have much time to dwell on it, though, as the rest of the week flew by. Molly, her mother and aunt were non-stop busy as they finished up getting the Rose Cottage ready for its grand opening. Traci and Molly had chosen soft lilac and pale green colors for the walls and drapes, and classic snow white linens. Soothing gray throw pillows added the final touch. Aunt Betty found some amazing inexpensive watercolors, and they hung different ones in each room and in the hallways to add a burst of welcoming color.
They also made sure that all the bathrooms were stocked with high end soaps and shampoos. Molly's mother had a knack for decorating as well, and added finishing touches to all the rooms, such as whimsical bubble bath, pretty dried flower arrangements and interesting magazines and books. She also came up with an idea that Molly fell in love with: to leave a pair of signature socks in the room for every guest. Some high end hotels offered slippers, so they would differentiate themselves by offering soft cozy socks in stripes of the inn's colors: lilac, mint, and gray.
To celebrate the opening, they had decided to have people over for a 'breakfast at dinner' reception that Thursday evening, with the inn officially opening for business the following day. Molly worked closely with her mother and aunt on the guest list of about one hundred people. A few were close friends, but the majority were business people who would be in a position of influence, such as Isabella, her caterer, as well as other local realtors, attorneys and the owners of Delancey's and the Morning Muffin.
Molly even invited the owners of the small motel they'd passed on the way into town. Although they could technically be considered competition, strategically she thought it made sense to get to know them, as there were bound to be times when they'd have no vacancies and would need to refer people to each other.
They kept the menu for the opening simple, and decided to feature food they planned to serve at the inn, such as her mother's legendary caramelized onion and mushroom quiche; a puff pastry tart with fig jam; prosciutto ; goat cheese and arugula; chicken apple sausage; lemon ginger scones; Aunt Betty's cinnamon walnut coffee cake; and fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. They also put out a platter of assorted cheeses and crackers for guests to nibble on as they arrived and a tray of mimosas made with freshly squeezed orange juice, as well as carafes of the red and white wines they intended to offer.
So it was a somewhat casual and informal affair that immediately put people at ease. Molly also had two local girls helping out. They kept the carafes of wine full and served the hors d'oeuvres , which were bite-sized portions of everything.
Their first guests arrived a few minutes past six.
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