Sweet on You (The Bridesmaids Club Book 4) by Leeanna Morgan

boss, and a finer man I’ve yet to see. He treated his staff well and paid us handsomely. If it wasn’t for Jimmy, I don’t know where I’d be today.”
    “And college?”
    Molly shrugged her shoulders. “That was an experience and a half. I learned so much, but most of it barely mattered once I left Dublin. My degree got me my first job with Sheila James. That led to a job with one of the top fashion magazines in Europe. My career took me all over the world. It was a grand time.”
    When he’d first met Molly, Jacob had looked online to find out what he could about her. He’d seen some of the photos she’d taken for Vogue, Marie Claire and other top fashion magazines. She was a talented photographer, a rising star in the fashion industry. What he hadn’t discovered was the reason she’d given it all away.
    “Why did you decide to live in Bozeman?”
    The smile on Molly’s face disappeared and her expression became guarded. “My sister, Becky, had already made Bozeman her home. When my granny died, it made me look at what was happening in my life. I needed time to think and breathe. Becky welcomed me into her home and I stayed.”
    “How long are you able to stay in Montana?”
    Molly looked confused. “Are you asking if I have a green card?”
    Jacob nodded.
    “I’m a permanent resident, so yes, I have a green card.”
    “How did you…”
    The waitress slid their coffee and tea in front of them, smiling at Molly when she said thank you. “I love your accent. What part of Ireland are you from?”
    “A small village a few miles from Dublin,” Molly replied. “Have you been to Ireland?”
    The waitress shook her head. “Not yet, but I’d love to go. My great-grandparents came from County Kildare.”
    “That’s grand. I hope you get there one day. Ireland is a beautiful country.”
    The waitress’ smile grew wider. “Enjoy your tea. If you need anything else, just let me know.”
    Jacob watched the waitress leave. “You’ve made another friend.”
    Molly poured some milk into her tea. “My gran used to say that a stranger is a friend you haven’t met.”
    “Wise woman.”
    Molly looked at him closely. “If I haven’t ruined any working relationship we might have, I’d like to accept your offer of photographing your land.”
    “What made you change your mind?”
    “I didn’t change my mind. I needed to think through the consequences. As soon as I saw your Emerald Lake I knew it would be hard to say no.”
    Jacob looked down at his coffee. “It’s just a lake.”
    “I think you know that isn’t true, Jacob Green. There’s something special about your land.”
    “A story waiting to be told?”
    Molly smiled. “You’re beginning to think like an Irishman.”
    “Is that a compliment?”
    “The best there is,” Molly replied. She looked into his eyes and a spark of electricity ran through his body.
    Molly blushed and cleared her throat. “We’ll need a contract, a list of images you want to see. And I’ll need access to your property. If Victor is willing to take a scaredy-cat in his helicopter again, I’d be thinking that a few aerial shots would be grand.”
    “And what else would you be thinking?”
    “Nothing at the moment, but I’m sure there’ll be other thoughts that occur to me. When would you like me to start?”
    “As soon as you can.”
    Molly pulled a notebook out of her bag. “I’ll drive to your property tomorrow and catch the early morning light on your beautiful lake. It will give me a feel for the land and what it could be. I’ll leave the paperwork up to you. Would you mind if I booked a time on Friday afternoon to see you? I want to make sure we’re on the same path.”
    Jacob pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and looked through his calendar. “Four o’clock works for me. I’ll be at mom and dad’s ranch. Are you happy to meet me there?”
    Molly nodded and wrote something down in her notebook. “Tess is getting married on Saturday, so I