Read Online Every Yesterday (Boot Creek) by Nancy Naigle - Free Book Online
Authors: Nancy Naigle
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Katy pressed her lips together and shook her head.
Angie broke the buzz that was pulsing between Ford and Flynn. “And Katy here was the magic that put me in the path of Jackson to begin with. She’s the newest of us to Boot Creek, but she’s one of the gang already. Her better half is the one walking me down the aisle and giving me away—Derek.”
Megan caught the hiccup in Angie’s voice. If it were Megan getting married and Dad had missed it, she’d have felt the same way. Angie’s dad had died when she was just a little girl.
Jackson clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Great. Now everyone knows someone. Have fun tonight. I have a feeling this week is going to fly by.”
Megan watched Flynn cast her best flirting in Ford’s direction again. Did that Alaskan know what he was in for? If nothing else, there’d probably be some hot and heavy fun between the two. Then Flynn would be in love and Megan, Katy, and Angie would be consoling her for two weeks after Ford fled back to Fairbanks, or wherever the heck he lived in Alaska. It would take that long for Flynn to finally admit to herself that she didn’t even know the guy, much less love him. And that he really wasn’t so perfect after all.
“They are so cute together,” Katy said.
“He doesn’t seem the lawyer type.”
“He’s not,” Katy said, leaning in. “He has his law degree, but he decided that wasn’t how he wanted to spend his life. Now he’s a craftsman.”
A craftsman? Visions of taxidermy flashed in Megan’s mind. Whalebone carving. Followed by a not-quite-so-elegant hat covered in hand-tied fishing lures in every highlighter color imagined.
Katy pushed those images away quickly with more details. “He’s a glassblower. Apparently a pretty darned good one. He’s going to meet up with a glassblowing company not far from here while he’s in town. That’s why he rented his own car.”
“Glass? Really?” She looked back in his direction. She could picture him in a long lab coat and safety glasses working the hot molten glass. But right now he was working Flynn, and it was nice to see her with a genuine smile on her face. “I need another glass of wine. Want one?”
“I could use a refill,” Katy said.
“Good. Because this maid of honor needs to probably do that whole toasting thing and I make much better toasts with a couple glasses of courage in the hopper.”
“Better you than me. I can never come up with anything clever to say for those things.”
They went over to the lunch counter that had been turned into a bar for the night and the bartender set them up.
Megan and Katy sipped their wine as the crowd continued to grow, and the noise level rose to nearly shouting level.
“Okay, here goes nothing. If I don’t say something soon, it’ll be too loud to get anyone’s attention. Give me a hand up onto this chair.”
Katy spotted Megan until she was steady, then kept one hand on the back of her leg for safe measure.
Megan tapped the side of her glass with a spoon. “Can I have your attention?”
Friends, neighbors, and family hushed and pulled in closer. “Welcome!” She raised her glass in the air. It was nice to see so many of the people they’d known all of their lives together having a good time. “I’m Megan. I know most of you, but for those I haven’t yet met, I’ve known Angie since grade school. Thank y’all for joining us to celebrate Angie’s retirement from Blue Skies.”
Her customers hooted and whistled.
“And help me wish her well on her upcoming nuptials.”
Megan watched Jackson tug Angie closer and kiss her on the temple. It made her ache just a little for that kind of love, but she knew she could never risk that kind of hurt again. You love too much, you hurt too much. That was a simple equation.
“Angie and I’ve been best friends since the day we met at Boot Creek Elementary School. If we could have gotten air miles for each minute we spent talking on the
Katy pressed her lips together and shook her head.
Angie broke the buzz that was pulsing between Ford and Flynn. “And Katy here was the magic that put me in the path of Jackson to begin with. She’s the newest of us to Boot Creek, but she’s one of the gang already. Her better half is the one walking me down the aisle and giving me away—Derek.”
Megan caught the hiccup in Angie’s voice. If it were Megan getting married and Dad had missed it, she’d have felt the same way. Angie’s dad had died when she was just a little girl.
Jackson clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Great. Now everyone knows someone. Have fun tonight. I have a feeling this week is going to fly by.”
Megan watched Flynn cast her best flirting in Ford’s direction again. Did that Alaskan know what he was in for? If nothing else, there’d probably be some hot and heavy fun between the two. Then Flynn would be in love and Megan, Katy, and Angie would be consoling her for two weeks after Ford fled back to Fairbanks, or wherever the heck he lived in Alaska. It would take that long for Flynn to finally admit to herself that she didn’t even know the guy, much less love him. And that he really wasn’t so perfect after all.
“They are so cute together,” Katy said.
“He doesn’t seem the lawyer type.”
“He’s not,” Katy said, leaning in. “He has his law degree, but he decided that wasn’t how he wanted to spend his life. Now he’s a craftsman.”
A craftsman? Visions of taxidermy flashed in Megan’s mind. Whalebone carving. Followed by a not-quite-so-elegant hat covered in hand-tied fishing lures in every highlighter color imagined.
Katy pushed those images away quickly with more details. “He’s a glassblower. Apparently a pretty darned good one. He’s going to meet up with a glassblowing company not far from here while he’s in town. That’s why he rented his own car.”
“Glass? Really?” She looked back in his direction. She could picture him in a long lab coat and safety glasses working the hot molten glass. But right now he was working Flynn, and it was nice to see her with a genuine smile on her face. “I need another glass of wine. Want one?”
“I could use a refill,” Katy said.
“Good. Because this maid of honor needs to probably do that whole toasting thing and I make much better toasts with a couple glasses of courage in the hopper.”
“Better you than me. I can never come up with anything clever to say for those things.”
They went over to the lunch counter that had been turned into a bar for the night and the bartender set them up.
Megan and Katy sipped their wine as the crowd continued to grow, and the noise level rose to nearly shouting level.
“Okay, here goes nothing. If I don’t say something soon, it’ll be too loud to get anyone’s attention. Give me a hand up onto this chair.”
Katy spotted Megan until she was steady, then kept one hand on the back of her leg for safe measure.
Megan tapped the side of her glass with a spoon. “Can I have your attention?”
Friends, neighbors, and family hushed and pulled in closer. “Welcome!” She raised her glass in the air. It was nice to see so many of the people they’d known all of their lives together having a good time. “I’m Megan. I know most of you, but for those I haven’t yet met, I’ve known Angie since grade school. Thank y’all for joining us to celebrate Angie’s retirement from Blue Skies.”
Her customers hooted and whistled.
“And help me wish her well on her upcoming nuptials.”
Megan watched Jackson tug Angie closer and kiss her on the temple. It made her ache just a little for that kind of love, but she knew she could never risk that kind of hurt again. You love too much, you hurt too much. That was a simple equation.
“Angie and I’ve been best friends since the day we met at Boot Creek Elementary School. If we could have gotten air miles for each minute we spent talking on the
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