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“No,” she said, wondering where they were. “I’m sure Tara knows they’re here.”

They were blowing the snow off the circular drive in front of the big barn they’d turned into a reception area. She doubted very seriously that Edward was helping wearing those clothes.

After all, he wouldn’t want those designer jeans to get dirty.

Why wasn’t he outside when she called him?

“All right, but do you know anything about a Cameron Burnett’s reservation?”

“Oh yeah, he called in late last night and I happened to pick up the phone and add him to the reservation list,” he said.

That was odd, she’d been around until after ten p.m., and she’d never heard the phone ring.

“He’s with the wedding party, right?”

“Yes,” he said. “Gotta go. We want that driveway to look perfect when they pull up to the barn.”

And just like that, he disappeared out the door.

With a sigh, she looked at the rooms she’d assigned and gave Mr. Burnett the last one. There had better not be any other last-minute changes to the wedding or they would be out of rooms. In a way, it was a good thing they were completely sold out.

“Is everything all right?” her mother asked, her wrinkled face expressing worry.

“Yes, we are now officially sold out. There are no more rooms at the inn,” she said.

“That’s great news,” her mother said.

Tara came out of her office, her dark hair curling around her face. “Our first event.”

“Yes,” Samantha said. “Are you as nervous as I am?”

“Absolutely,” she said. “And as difficult as this bride has been, I’m a little scared.”

Samantha smiled at her friend. The last six months, Tara had been working tirelessly to make this woman happy. Samantha had sat in on meeting after meeting with Francesca Vanderhausen, otherwise affectionately known as the Bride of Frankenstein or Bridezilla for short.

The woman was demanding, and between her and her mother, Tara and Samantha had jumped through hoops to makeher wedding day absolutely perfect. Now everything had to go as planned.

Their business depended on it. If Frankenstein didn’t rave about them, then their wedding business could end before it even had a chance to get started.

“We’ve done our best,” Samantha told Tara. “But I plan on having a glass of scotch just as soon as this wedding is over. I saved one of Daddy’s hundred-year-old bottles and we’ll share it.”

Tara shook her head at her and smiled. “That sounds like a hangover waiting to happen. Count me in. After they check in, send the guests out to the barn where their gift bags are waiting and the photographer. We’ll take their picture as members of the wedding party. Gotta go check on some last-minute details. This is it.”

She scampered out the door and Samantha checked the computer one last time. Everything was prepared. The rooms were ready and they were just waiting for the wedding party to arrive. She was so intent on making certain that everything was perfect that she didn’t hear anyone walk in the door.

“Excuse me,” a deep voice said. The timber sent chills racing through her. Oh, that deep silky voice was like butter spreading through her.

Jerking her head up, she stared into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. A trickle of awareness spiraled through her. A firm, rugged jaw and sandy-brown hair that peeked from beneath a white cowboy hat. Staring at his full lips, she wondered how they would feel against her own. How would he taste?

He was a guest and she was going all gaga over him.

“Hello,” she said brightly. “Are you here for the wedding?”

A frown drew his dark brows together.

“Yes,” he finally said. “I’m Cameron Burnett.”

“Oh, yes, I just saw your reservation. Welcome to Mistletoe Inn. I’m Samantha Anderson,” she said. “Are you a member of the wedding party or just a friend attending?”

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