Thrillseekers 1 - Wedding Survivor by Julia London

Author:Julia London
Language: fr
Format: mobi
Tags: Contemporary
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2010-09-22T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

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AFTER four days of canyoning with two preening peacocks who alternately fought, then made love so loudly that it sounded staged, Eli was exhausted, hungry, and not in a very good humor.

Personally, he couldn't wait for the next meeting of T.A., so he could announce that if any of them ever booked a wedding again, he'd personally wring their necks before he jumped off a cliff to break his own. After this week, he was certain Coop would join him in that—Olivia had turned out to be a huge whiner, her voice getting more shrill with each passing day—the water is too cold, and that's really high, and I may hurt myself and I'm not packing anything out was all he heard from that woman's lips for four days.

But they had done it, had canyoned down some of the coolest waterfalls and ravines he'd ever seen, had climbed up through aspen forests and walked through tiny dales brimming with flowers, had scaled northern faces, had camped under stars so bright and close it felt almost as if he were somehow suspended in the galaxy.

Now they were at the Piedra Lodge, about two thirds of the way up San Miguel Peak, where there were people and separate rooms and Eli could at last put some distance between him and the two stars.

Apparently, they wanted some distance from him and Coop, too, because they disappeared into their suite the moment they arrived, claiming fear of being discovered by paparazzi.

On that front, things looked pretty good. The security team seemed to be holding down the fort, even with trucks arriving almost hourly delivering tents and linens and two huge snowblowers, which were, oddly enough, accompanied by two hundred pounds of feathers.

Feathers.

He did not recall feathers being on the manifest of crap coming to Colorado, and was awaiting Marnie's arrival so she could explain it all to him.

That wasn't entirely accurate—he was awaiting Marnie's arrival, period. He'd missed her smile and her pancake eyes and her exuberance, and after spending six days with the world's whiniest woman, a cheerful Marnie Banks would be a welcome addition to this gig.

He thought of the day he'd called her. He'd wanted to talk longer, but the connection was so poor. He'd wanted to hear her laugh, but had been cut off too soon. And he wasn't certain what she'd heard from him. Especially the part about being sorry for leaving without speaking to her. That part, he'd have to tell her in person.

If she ever showed up. She wasn't yet at the lodge.

Jack and the chef guy, a huge mountain of a man, had already lumbered in, carrying three huge coolers, a very large clothing bag, and a smaller briefcase that the dude held tightly to his chest. "Utensils," he had disdainfully articulated when Eli asked.

Utensils? Eli figured the guy could have borrowed a spatula from the lodge, but what did he know? The man waddled off to the bar, mopping his brow* proclaiming

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