A Game Of Brides (Montana Born Brides) by Megan Crane

Author:Megan Crane [Crane, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tule Publishing Group
Published: 2014-05-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Emmy had only been pretending to listen to whatever Suzie Someone Or Other had been twittering on about to her left for the past fifteen minutes but even if she’d been paying close attention, she saw nothing but Griffin when he came down the stairs from the brewery’s second level like a thundercloud.

He didn’t glance her way as he disappeared into the crowd in front of the long hall that led toward the bathrooms. He didn’t give the slightest indication that a mere handful of hours before, he’d been doing his level best to make sure she couldn’t get dressed for the bridesmaids’ evening outing. The memory of it still made her shiver.

Because she could still feel the way his mouth had moved on her, the way his hands had gripped her hips while he licked into her, the way he—

“You don’t still have a crush on him, do you?” Margery asked from beside her, her tone a little too arch for Emmy’s liking. Emmy ignored it, because that was her sworn duty for the next week and a half.

You need to lock all that sassiness away, Gran Harriet had told her after an unfortunate altercation between Emmy and Margery over the latter’s desire for personalized gourmet chocolates to grace every place setting.

How lucky for Margery that the owner of Copper Mountain Chocolates is nicer than me, she’d retorted. Because obviously having chocolates made in the shape of her face is insane.

Which you can talk about at your leisure after the wedding, Gran Harriet had replied serenely without even glancing up from her Kindle, where, she’d announced at dinner only the night before, she kept all her erotica. But not before, Emmy. Consider it a personal challenge.

“Of course I don’t still have a crush on him,” Emmy replied stoutly now.

It was no more than the honest truth. It wasn’t a crush if she’d been sleeping with the man for more than a week, was it? Or not sleeping with the man, to be more precise. It was definitely something else. Not that she knew what that something else was. Not that there had been much time to ask between all that making up for lost time and experimenting with a lifetime of longing made real at last.

She modified her tone in deference to her grandmother and continued. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not a teenager anymore. I don’t spend a whole lot of time screaming into the wind or at Mom and Dad that no one understands my adolescent pain. I don’t keep a dramatic journal. I don’t have unexplained bouts of hormonal angst for no reason, or a face full of pimples for that matter. And I don’t have a crush on Griffin.”

It didn’t matter what she called this thing with Griffin, of course. She was going home after the wedding, he was staying here, and that was that. If there was a small bubble of something inside her that felt a bit too scraped raw at that thought, oh well.

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