practically brand new, with a carved wooden door that became clearer now that she was closer.
“It’s a mountain lion. Wow. Beautiful.” She rang the doorbell, then ran her fingers along the mane of the animal carved into the wood, the warm, natural fiber smooth beneath her hand. It was a spectacular piece of artwork.
The door swung open, and Jack stood on the other side of the threshold, all six foot four inches of him. She craned her neck to look up at him. He had a big grin plastered on his face.
“Samantha right? So glad you could make it.”
Sam felt her eyebrows rise in surprise and tried not to let it show too much on the rest of her face. How did Jack remember her after all the family he’d met for the first time yesterday?
“Yes, that’s right. You must have a perfect memory, Jack.”
She was terrible with names, and if Jack hadn’t been one of the grooms, she’d be standing here grinning and wondering who to ask to find out his name again.
He chuckled a rather deep, sexy laugh, and waved her inside. “Come on in. Ash is holding court out the back, and there’s drinks just over there.” Jack pointed to a large bar off to one side of the already full lounge room. “And heaps of food out the back.” He waved at the glass doors that opened out onto a huge porch.
Sam’s eyes were instantly attracted to the view of the mountains. “Oh my word! What an incredible view.”
Jack grinned, and they walked towards the doors. Jack’s happiness was an actual palpable thing as he stood next to her enjoying the sight of the Rocky Mountains outside their windows. They were a lush green and white tipped. Picturesque and perfect.
“Jack!” A booming male voice came from behind them. Sam jumped, and they spun around.
Jack yelled back. “Yeah, I’m comin’!”
He turned back to her, another playful smile playing across his ruggedly handsome face. “Sorry, Sam. Gotta start cooking the food. Have a great time, and I’m really glad you could make it.”
“Thanks heaps.” Sam gave Ashleigh's husband a big smile and watched him head off in the direction of the rotunda.
The house was incredible. High ceilings, gorgeous furniture and an incredibly large and modern kitchen. If the rest of the house was this well designed and finished, then Ashleigh was one very lucky woman.
Another bonus of having two husbands I suppose. Three incomes coming in to pay the mortgage.
Sam giggled to herself and headed over to the bar.
“Hey, Sam, what can I get you?”
Sam stood stock still and stared hard at the man behind the bar, his red hair and freckles bringing up an old memory of a young boy she once knew.
“Travis? Seriously? Is that you?”
The guy behind the bar chuckled and leant on the wooden table with his large hands. He had to be at least early twenties now and hugely built, too. Nothing like the boy she remembered.
“Yeah, it is. How’ve you been?”
Sam smiled at the distant cousin she hadn’t seen since they were children. He was from Laura’s branch of the tree if she remembered correctly.
“I’m great, thanks. I’m a teacher actually, and loving it.”
“Still living up north?”
Sam nodded and began looking at what beverages were on offer. “I’m only a couple of hours away now. What about you? What do you?”
“I just graduated pre-med. Been accepted into Toronto university.”
“Oh, wow Travis, that’s awesome! Your parents must be so excited for you!”
The man behind the bar blushed a fiery red, and Sam actually felt sorry for the intensity of that heat. There was quite a bit of red hair in their family, yet most the female cousins had managed to escape it.
Thank goodness.
Travis pointed to the drinks in front of him. “Can I make you a cocktail, or would you like a glass of wine?”
Sam weighed up her options, and after consuming far too much white wine the night before, she went for the safer option.
“Just a Pepsi or something if you’ve got it to start with,