Mountain Country Courtship. Glynna Kaye
Читать онлайн.| Название | Mountain Country Courtship |
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| Автор произведения | Glynna Kaye |
| Жанр | Короткие любовные романы |
| Серия | Hearts of Hunter Ridge |
| Издательство | Короткие любовные романы |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9781474082495 |
Glynna Kaye
Herein is love, not that we loved God,
but that he loved us, and sent his Son
to be the propitiation for our sins.
—1 John 4:10
Therefore if any man be in Christ,
he is a new creature: old things are passed away;
behold, all things are become new.
—2 Corinthians 5:17
And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three;
but the greatest of these is charity.
—1 Corinthians 13:13
To my Heavenly Father, who gifted me with
a love of storytelling and who has walked
alongside me every step of the way. And to my
faithful readers, who make the ups and downs
of writing a book totally worth the journey.
Contents
The honor of your presence is requested
at the marriage of
Corrine Elizabeth Anton
and
Victor Andersen Gyles
Two o’clock in the afternoon
Saturday, October...
With an exasperated shake of his head, Hayden “Denny” Hunter crammed the summons and RSVP back into the envelope, then tossed it into an open briefcase sitting on the parked Porsche’s leather passenger seat. When packing for an unavoidable business trip to “hometown” Hunter Ridge in mountain country Arizona, he’d come across the invitation he’d ignored a few days earlier. So why had he brought it along with him, let alone opened it once he arrived at his destination?
He’d like to believe he was inadvertently added to the invitation list by someone not comprehending the complexity of the situation—that his older stepbrother’s betrothed had only in June left Denny standing at the altar, and that after a prolonged absence from the family hotel business, that same stepbrother had also swooped in to carry off a promotion Denny had worked long and hard for.
“At least I hope,” he said aloud in the confines of his vehicle, “neither Corrine nor Vic chose to be deliberately insensitive.”
With a low growl, Denny exited the sports car he’d driven from San Francisco and slammed the door more firmly than necessary. It was a crazy long drive. But although the purpose of this trip on behalf of his mother, Charlotte Gyles, was to have a face-to-face meeting with the manager of an inn she owned, it also gave him a chance to blow the cobwebs out of his brain with a road trip. In particular, it provided uninterrupted time to strategize how to get back in the good graces of his stepfather, hotelier Elden Gyles.
He would fulfill his assignment here—how could he refuse, given his mother’s recent car accident?—and tie it to an obligatory visit with his father’s side of the family. But he hoped not to linger long in the town he’d set foot in only once since his mother took off with his two-year-old self at the time of his parents’ divorce thirty years ago.
He gazed resentfully at the two-story natural stone structure, three guest rooms wide, that had brought him back to this tiny town in the middle of nowhere—the Pinewood Inn. Nor could he help noticing the two vacant buildings his mother owned that abutted it on either side, their boarded-up windows appearing as unseeing eyes that faced the winding, ponderosa pine–lined main road through town.
That had creeped him out as a kid two decades ago. Kind of did now, too.
“Hey, Mister.” A soft, childish voice came from the shadowed recesses of the inn’s broad porch. “Do you want to buy a ticket to the Hunter’s Hideaway Labor Day charity barbecue?”
No, he did not. He wanted to take care of