4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven
8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine
10. Epilogue
11. Interested in knowing more about Gabbi?
Chapter One
Lachlan
Igazed out the airplane window at the majestic Rocky Mountains. I’d never tire of the stunning peaks or the occasional hidden lakes. After the flat prairie, with fields of green or brown, I was happy to see something different.
In my gut, though, dread took hold.
You should be happy. Your beloved sister is getting married. To the woman she loves more than life itself.
An odd expression, that one. Did that mean Taryn would give up her life for Stephanie? Choose her fiancée’s life over her own? Because that was where my sister was at. The rough-and-tumble tow-truck driver who’d fought for almost fifteen years for recognition of her abilities had fallen head over heels in love with a woman who wore high heels for fun, and whose smile radiated happiness in every way possible.
Just like her brother.
Ugh.
Cooper.
I snatched my phone off my tray table and tapped on the photos app.
Plenty of pictures of Lydia appeared. Lydia with me at the première of the latest blockbuster. The two of us at the charity gala raising money for Sick Kids Hospital. At the presentation of the literary awards. The movie thing was for work—I’d been the Canadian lawyer for one of the biggest actors in the film, and she insisted I attend. I’d tried to suggest other people closer to her, but she’d put her foot down.
One did not argue with a megastar.
Especially if one wanted to remain her attorney.
My law firm donated a tidy sum every year to Sick Kids. A partner’s child had been ill with leukemia a few years ago and had spent extensive time at the hospital. Our transition into making the corporate donation was a no-brainer. Each year we did a lottery for which employee of the firm would get the gala tickets. To the partner’s credit, every single worker was entered into the draw. This year, I won, along with Jin from reception. She and her husband had charmed Lydia. Which, frankly, I hadn’t thought possible.
Yeah, my ex was a bit of…a piece of work.
A bitch.
Her attitude at attending the literary event had been the final straw. She’d thrown a hissy fit, and we’d almost been late. Amazing we’d had our photo taken at all—the press had probably thought we were important since we arrived so late.
“You need to put your tray table up.” The flight attendant pointed. “And let me take that cup.”
I downed the last of the tomato juice, stuffed the cookie wrapper inside, and placed it in the bag the very attractive man carried.
When I’d gone to the washroom, he’d asked me what I was up to in Abbotsford after we landed.
Carefully, I’d explained my sister was getting married in Mission City his weekend and my schedule was packed.
His disappointed expression, with a bit of a pouty mouth, had me reconsidering. I was renting a car—no reason I couldn’t pop over to Abby for a quickie.
