Rescued by the Magic Of Christmas. Melissa McClone

and excitement over her upcoming wedding to Iain seemed a hundred and eighty degrees away from where she was coming from now, and that hurt. She was meant to be a bride.

      Someone else’s bride, Jake reminded himself.

      He didn’t deserve her.

      If he’d been on the mountain six years ago with Iain and Nick, everything would have been…different. Better. Okay. And it was up to Jake to make things right.

      For Hannah, Kendall, Austin and…

      Carly.

      CHAPTER THREE

      PATRONS PACKED the bar and dining area of the Wy’East Brewing Company. Carly hadn’t seen so many familiar faces since…

      She felt a pang in her heart.

      Since Nick’s and Iain’s funerals.

      With a sigh, Carly glanced around the lodge-style building. Jacob’s place. She could see the care he’d taken with it, the improvements he’d made to the interior and the menu offerings since taking over after his father retired.

      The aromas of beer and grease mingling and wafting in the air reminded her of the brewpub she managed back home. The conversations of customers drowned out the music being piped in through speakers. At least Christmas carols weren’t playing.

      Too bad everything else was decked out for the holiday.

      A swag decorated with miniature lights, pine cones and holly berries hung around the bar. Wreaths dangled from the vaulted log-beamed ceiling. A twinkling Christmas tree sat in the corner next to a small stage with neatly wrapped packages underneath.

      Talk about being dropped in the middle of a nightmare before Christmas…. She shifted in her seat. Since arriving in Portland earlier today, she’d been forced to confront the worst moments of her life over and over again.

      “Your adoring crowd awaits,” a glowing and very pregnant Hannah teased.

      Carly forced a smile. She didn’t want to leave the comfort of this table, but she couldn’t hide behind her sister-in-law’s family for the next two weeks. Hannah was obviously excited. And Carly wanted her sister-in-law to be happy.

      Fortified by a serving of shepherd’s pie and a salad topped with raspberry vinaigrette, she stood. Working her way through the jam-packed restaurant, she received hugs while having the same conversation over and over again.

      Yes, she lived in Philadelphia now.

      No, she wasn’t married yet.

      Yes, it had been a long time.

      She missed Iain, too.

      Carly could hardly breathe as she spoke. Facing her demons was one thing, but this…She plodded through the way she had six years ago at her brother’s funeral and then at Iain’s, gritting her teeth and smiling. This time, however, the answers got easier to say the fifth time around. They became automatic by the tenth. Progress? Carly hoped so.

      She looked around the room once more. She’d expected to see Jacob at some point this evening. This was his brewing company. His pub. Where was he on such a crowded Wednesday night? She brushed aside a twinge of disappointment.

      It wasn’t easy to do. If Jacob were here, he would make this not such an ordeal. He would make her feel normal, the way he had at the house, and comfortable.

      After what seemed like hours but was really only one, Carly reached the spot where she’d begun. The dinner plates had been cleared from the knotty pine table. A pitcher of beer had joined the kids’ and Hannah’s pitcher of root beer. A slice of half-eaten mud pie and five spoons sat between Hannah and Garrett.

      They were sharing. Happy.

      There was no reason for Carly to be here.

      And no one for her to be with.

      She swallowed the pint-size lump in her throat and sat opposite them. “Hey, you lovebirds. Where are the kids?”

      “With Jake,” Hannah said.

      So he was here after all. “I didn’t notice him.”

      “He’s been here the entire time.”

      And he hadn’t come over to say hello? At least, not until she left the table.

      Ouch.

      Carly rested her elbows on the table and supported her chin with her hands. Making the rounds down memory lane had drained her mentally and physically. The last thing she needed to worry about was Jacob Porter.

      “Sorry that took so long,” she said. “I can’t believe all the people I know who are here tonight. Most of the local OMSAR members, too.”

      “Word’s out you’re back in town.” Garrett looked at Hannah. “Though I can’t imagine who would have told them already.”

      “I may have mentioned it to a few people,” said a sheepish Hannah.

      “That’s a good one, my beautiful wife.” Garrett laughed. “Since your definition of a few ranges from two to two hundred.”

      “I’m sorry,” Hannah said.

      Carly bit back a sigh. She didn’t want Hannah to feel bad. Besides, if Carly got all the hard stuff over with her first day in town, she could breeze through the rest of the trip. “Don’t apologize. Now I won’t have to search people out since I saw them all here tonight.”

      Hannah tucked her shiny, long, auburn hair behind her ears. “That’s the spirit.”

      “She’s being a good sport, my dear.” With a smile, Garrett poured a pint from the pitcher containing a deep, amber-colored beer. He slid the glass in front of Carly. “Here. You earned this.”

      “Thanks.” She appreciated Garrett’s thoughtfulness, as well as the way he honored Hannah’s past, making sure Nick’s memory stayed alive with the kids and accepting Carly as a part of their family. “I really need this.”

      “Yes, you do.” Hannah’s green eyes danced. “It’s Nick’s Winter Ale.”

      Carly should have known. A jumble of emotions ran through, but the biggest one—pride—made her raise her glass. “To Nick.”

      “Hear, hear.” Garrett joined in the toast. “To the brewmaster extraordinaire.”

      “And Iain,” Hannah added.

      Carly took a sip. She wanted to remain impartial, to judge the beer on its own merits, to…

      Delicious. Refreshing. Absolutely perfect.

      The velvety smooth ale struck a perfect balance between the malt and hops. Full-bodied with a hint of cinnamon. She had never tasted something so yummy. Of course, Carly wouldn’t have expected any less from her big brother.

      “Extraordinaire is right.” Her smile couldn’t begin to match the joy in her heart at Nick’s accomplishment. “An awarding-winning winter ale if I ever tasted one.”

      Two hands rested on her shoulders. Large hands. Male hands.

      Jacob.

      No need to turn around and see he was the one standing behind her. She’d recognize the warmth of his touch and his familiar scent anywhere, even in a crammed brewpub with all the noise, sights and smells competing for attention.

      He gave a gentle squeeze, but didn’t move his hands away.

      The gesture, no doubt meant to be platonic, sent unexpected tingles shooting out from the point of contact. Carly gulped. She hadn’t experienced tingles in…years.

      No big deal.

      “From your lips to the judges’ scores,” Jacob said.

      She glanced up at him. “It’s delicious.”

      His gaze met hers. “I’m happy