Cady ran back to her bedroom and returned with a glittery gold headband. “This!”
I bent so she could place it on my head. It was too small for me, but I didn’t argue. I would’ve done anything to see that light in her eyes.
I stood, straightening. “What do you think? Am I ready?”
Cady beamed. “You look like a princess.”
I curtsied to her. “Why, thank you, milady.”
She giggled and ran into the kitchen to grab a bone. “Here you go, Chauncey.”
He lumbered across the threshold and gently took it from her outstretched hand.
“Let’s go!”
We donned coats, and I loaded Cady into my station wagon. The engine sputtered twice before it caught, and I winced. I needed to take it to the local mechanic, but I dreaded what they might tell me needed to be fixed.
Thankfully, the drive to the Hartleys’ wasn’t bad. People had clearly been out and about today, and the snow was already melting. That was the thing about these fall storms; the snow never stuck around. But it would leave plenty of mud for the animals to roll around in afterward.
I slowed as I approached the massive gates for the Hartley property. It shouldn’t have surprised me. Grae had told me once that her father had started an outdoor gear company. It grew incredibly popular, and when he sold it years back, it left him and all his children with more than enough money in the bank. Yet all the Hartley siblings I’d met had regular jobs like the rest of us.
“Wow,” Cady breathed.
I rolled down my window and hit the intercom.
Kerry’s cheery voice filled the speaker. “Hartley residence.”
“Hi, Kerry. It’s Aspen.”
“Oh, good. I was worried you might not make it with the snow. Drive on up.”
A buzz sounded, and the gate began to open.
“Thanks.”
I rubbed my palms on my jeans before placing them back on the wheel and continuing on. The drive wound through the trees, and I nearly gasped as they thinned. The house on the mountainside was something out of an architecture magazine.
A massive blend of wood and stone nestled into the incline. It seemed to be separated into two parts with a glass walkway connecting them. It was absolutely stunning and more than a little intimidating.
“Is this a castle?” Cady asked, awe filling her voice.
I chuckled. “Kinda looks like one, huh?”
“No wonder Charlie likes it here,” she mumbled.
It wasn’t as if Charlie’s house—where he lived with his dad, Lawson, and his two older brothers, Drew and Luke—was anything to sneeze at. It just wasn’t quite as imposing as this one.
I pulled into a makeshift parking spot next to a row of vehicles. My pulse thrummed in my neck, but I did my best to keep my breathing even.
Climbing out of the station wagon, Cady met me around the side of the vehicle. “Careful,” I warned. “It might be slippery.”
I grabbed the cookies I’d baked earlier in the day from the back seat, and we headed toward the porch. When we reached the steps, the door flew open. Grae’s petite form barely filled the space, but her smile was ear-to-ear. “There are my girls!”
“Miss Grae!” Cady yelled, running up the steps.
Grae lifted Cady into her arms. “I’m soooo happy you’re here. I’ve missed you like crazy.”
Cady giggled. “You saw me two days ago.”
“Way too long.”
Cady ran her fingers through Grae’s pale blond locks. “Your hair is so pretty.”
“Thank you. So is yours. I love these braids.”
Cady beamed. “Mama did ‘em for me. Look at my sparkles.” She showed Grae the glittery ties at the ends of her pigtails.
“Fabulous, girlfriend.” Grae grinned at me. “So glad you could make it.”
“Me, too.” My voice wavered slightly, but I hugged Grae quickly to cover it. “Thanks for having us, G.”
“You know you’re welcome anytime.”
We headed inside the large but welcoming home and toward the sounds of chaos and conversation. As we stepped into the living space, a dozen faces greeted us. I swallowed hard, trying to take it all in.
But Cady was already moving, shimmying out of Grae’s arms and running toward a large, imposing figure. “Mr. Grizz!” she shouted, skidding to a halt in front of the man. “You’re here!”
He was here. My grumpy, brooding savior from the night before was standing in the Hartley living room.
6
ROAN
“Mr. Grizz?” Nash asked with a choked laugh.
Cady grinned at my little brother. “He’s grumpy like a grizzly bear after hibersnation. Mama and I think he needs a snack.”
Nash couldn’t hold back his laugh this time, and the rest of my family joined him. But I was too dumbstruck to give a damn. The infuriating, tenderhearted woman from the snowstorm was in my parents’ house.
As I took her in, I realized this must be the friend my sister always went on and on about. One whose name I hadn’t bothered to get from G before but now wished like hell I had.
“Mr. Grizz is pretty damned fitting,” Holt said from his spot on the couch.
His fiancée, Wren, smacked his chest with one hand while she rubbed her pregnant belly with the other. “Don’t be mean.”
Aspen’s face flamed. Her porcelain skin gave everything away. I liked that. It was honest. Authentic.
She worried the inside of her cheek. “Sorry, she has a thing for animals.”
Grae grinned mischievously as she wrapped an arm around Aspen’s waist. “You guys know each other?”
“Mr. Grizz helped us save a deer,” Cady chimed in.
“Really?” Charlie asked, hurrying over to his best friend. “That’s so cool. What happened? Was there blood?”
He tugged her off to a corner of the living room to hear everything about our adventure.
Aspen shifted uncomfortably. “A doe got caught in a tomato cage.”
My mom made a tsking sound as she patted my dad’s shoulder. “They’ve got to warn people about what can happen with those if you don’t have deer-proof fencing around them. How’s the poor thing doing now?”
Aspen cleared her throat, but I didn’t miss how her knuckles blanched. She didn’t like being the focus.
“Better today. The vet came out to take a look and gave me some antibiotics for her.”
Maddie let out a low whistle from her spot next to Nash. “Damien Miller?”
Aspen nodded.
Maddie grinned. “Not too hard on the eyes, that one. He’s single, you know.”
I scowled at my soon-to-be sister-in-law.
Nash gaped at his fiancée. “Did you seriously just say that right in front of me?”
Maddie shrugged as she leaned back against the couch cushions. “I’m taken, not dead.”
Nash pounced on her. “I’ll show you taken.”
She shrieked as my brother tickled her sides and kissed her neck.
“There are children in the room, Nash,” Lawson called from his stool at the kitchen island. He shot Aspen a grin. “Welcome to chaos.”
Aspen eased a bit at his greeting, her fists loosening a fraction.