Married In Montana (At The Altar Book 1) Read Free

whoever she matches you up with on the spot.  So I won't meet my future wife until we get to the altar."
    "And you're doing this why?"
    Scott grinned at his friend's question.  One of his favorite things about Jake is he didn't sugar coat anything.  If he thought you were being stupid, he told you flat out. 
    "I don't have time to date, and I want a girl who's looking to marriage, not just one who wants to play games."  Scott rested his weight on his elbows, leaning forward earnestly.  "She's only matching up Christians.  She does extensive interviews with each person before they're even allowed to be part of it.  Really, unless I want to waste a lot of time, I can't think of a better way to find a wife."
    "You can't just go to church and meet someone, like a regular guy would do?"
    "There are four single women in our church.  There's Ashley Mason.  She's eighteen, and way too young for me."  At thirty-three, Scott wasn't looking for a young girl.  He wanted a woman who knew herself and what she wanted in life.  "There's old lady Dixon."  He didn't need to say anything more there.  She was a great grandmother several times over.  "There's Tina McElroy, and we both know she's not up to marriage."  Tina was mentally challenged and not capable of doing for herself.  "And then there's Annette."  He and Annette had dated a few times before he realized there was just no spark between them.  He wasn't looking for love at first sight, but there had to be something there.
    "There are churches in Billings," Jake suggested.
    Scott shrugged.  "Then I'd have to drive to the city when I wanted to see her, and more importantly to me, she wouldn't be pre-screened.  No, I like this idea.  It's strange, but it's going to work for me."
    Jake shook his head.  "I think you're crazy."
    "Does that mean you won't go to New York with me for the wedding?"
    "Of course not!  I'll be with you every step of the way.  I don't have to approve of what you do to support you in it."  He grinned.  "Besides, Manhattan is supposed to have an awesome library!"
    Scott smiled.  "Thank you.  I appreciate it."  He raised his water glass to his friend in a silent salute.  "Don't forget to bring a suit.  You're the best man."
    "No problem.  You buying my plane ticket?"
    "Are you crazy?  You make more than me.  You're buying my plane ticket!" 
     
    *****
     
    "Are you sure you want to go through with this, Savannah?  It's not too late to back out."  Mrs. Blyton's eyes all but pled with her daughter.
    Savannah shook her head.  She'd already been to the beauty parlor to have her hair and make-up done for the wedding.  It was just before ten, and she was getting married at ten-thirty.  She was about to step into her wedding dress.  "I'm sure.  I really feel like this is the right thing to do." She pulled her dress up and put her arms through the sleeves, turning her back to her mother. 
    "I worry about you."
    "Don't.  I'm a big girl.  And I have money saved up, so if something happens, I can always come home.  I won't stay in a bad relationship."
    There was a knock at the door, and Savannah called out, "Come in!"  They were in the bridal room at the back of the church, getting ready for Savannah's big day.
    Dr. Simpson stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.  She approached Savannah with a smile.  "You look beautiful.  Scott is going to go crazy when he sees you."
    "Scott?  Is that his name?" Savannah asked.
    "It is.  I'll let you two learn everything else about each other once you've exchanged vows."  Dr. Simpson held her hand out for Mrs. Blyton to shake.  "I'm Lachele Simpson.  I've been working with your daughter on her match for a couple of months now."  Dr. Simpson had dark hair with purple streaks and a warm loving smile.  "My great great great grandmother was a mail order bride in Montana in the 1890s.  I figured if she could be happy as a mail order bride then, there were people who would be