Forever And A Day (Montana Brides, Book #7) by Leeanna Morgan Page A

they came inside.”
    “Me too, buddy,” Greg said. “Jenny will be peeved if our kids go home with colds.”
    Ben held his head between his hands and groaned. “I’m surrounded by henpecked males. What am I going to do?”
    “Find yourself a woman,” Greg said. “Then you’ll understand how stressful life can really be.”
    Jordan didn’t have a woman, but he did have stress. Ever since Sarah had called about the housekeeping job his life hadn’t been the same. If she could turn his life topsy-turvy in one short week, he tried to imagine what she’d do in a year.
    Ben poked him in the ribs. “If that goofy grin has got anything to do with Sarah I’d suggest you think of something else. Alex is on his way inside.”
    Jordan glanced at the scowl on Alex’s face. For a man about to be married he didn’t look all that pleased.
    “Someone’s picked all of the lavender Emily was growing for the wedding tables.”
    Emma waddled into the room clutching a fistful of purple flowers. “Pretty.” She waved her contraband in the air and grinned at Alex.
    Jordan held back a smile. Ben apologized.
    The whole lot of them were in serious need of some rest and recreation. Maybe even hot sex. The only two semi-normal males at Alex’s ranch were Greg and Chris and they had their hot sex scheduled for December.
    With more guests arriving on the ranch next week and a wedding coming up, there wasn’t a lot of time for recreational pursuits in his life. He thought about Alex’s wedding. He was one of his groomsmen. He didn’t have a date. Sarah didn’t have a boyfriend.
    Some recreational pursuits might be more achievable than he thought.
     
    ***
    Sarah laughed at something Emily said, then took another sip of her drink. The Long Island Iced Tea slipped down her throat. She felt giggly, and girly, and nothing like the mature, sensible, computer geek she used to be. Which was just as well considering Emily was lining up the fourth round of drinks for everyone.
    “I’ve got one Raspberry Margarita, a Mimosa, an Apple Martini, and a Cosmopolitan for anyone who wants to live dangerously.”
    Sarah grinned at the pretty colors glistening in the tall glasses. She licked her lips, ready to taste each of the cocktails before they disappeared.
    Tess glanced quickly at Sarah, then swung her gaze back for a more thorough inspection of her face. “You’re not drunk are you?” she whispered.
    “Nooo,” whispered Sarah back. “I’m having a great time.”
    Emily left the Cosmopolitan in front of Tess.
    Sarah looked at Emily to see what cocktail she’d be trying.
    “I don’t think so,” Emily laughed. “You’re sloshed up to the eyeballs and you’ve only tasted three drinks. It’s orange juice for you.”
    “But this is fun.” Sarah reached for Tess’ Cosmopolitan. It moved faster than Sarah could figure out where it had gone.
    “Did your eyes just crossover?” Emily stared at Sarah.
    She did the only thing she could. She smiled, grinned until her face muscles felt stiff and sore. Until no one was looking at the Apple Martini sitting all alone in the middle of the table.
    Jenny lifted the glass out of Sarah’s hands. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this isn’t juice.”
    Sarah snorted and dropped her head onto the table. “Funny. Real funny.” The wooden table felt solid and so nice that she didn’t want to move. She closed her eyes and drifted along to the music blasting out from the jukebox.
    “If you’re going to be sick, let me know.”
    Sarah frowned at the voice speaking over her head.
    “Jordan’s going to kill me,” Emily said. “I think they’ve still got guests staying on the ranch.”
    “We need to get her sober.” Tess swore when Sarah tried to lift her head.
    She landed on the edge of the Cosmopolitan, spilling the drink over the table. Sarah licked her lips and tried to sit up again. Her head felt heavy and dizzy and so darn hot that she dropped it back to the