Page 98 of Full Mountie

One more hour, and the PM will be happily hitched, and then it’ll just be like any other formal reception he’s hosted.

So I can spare a moment to stop and search for my woman. To sweep my gaze over her modern take on a flapper dress and appreciate just how stunning she is.

She’s with Ellie’s best friend and Violet, and Tate is lagging just behind her with Jack Benton, who I don’t know well, but recognize at a glance.

Sasha makes a beeline for me, so I only get a quick chance to wave at Beth before she heads for the viewing platform where the outdoor ceremony will take place.

“Lachlan,” the maid of honour says, looking a little piqued.

“Ms. Brewster, what can I do for you?”

She rolls her eyes. “You guys are way too formal. Beth was doing thatMs. Evans, Mr. Bentonthing with Jack in the gondola, too.”

I grin. “It’s in our nature. So, sorry,Sasha, what can I do for you?”

“Ellie’s on her way.”

I nod. I don’t need the update, I have a team of eight Mounties accompanying her from the inn. “Thanks.”

“And…”

Ah, there’s more. “Yes?”

“Keep an eye on Tate.”

Don’t laugh at her, don’t laugh at her… “Okay.”

She gives me a suspicious look. “Are you on his side?”

“There are sides?”

“Were you involved with the breakfast stunt?”

“No?”

“I’m on to him. He’s playing some kind of game.”

“I couldn’t even begin to imagine what that might be,” I say dryly, but if Tate’s annoying Sasha with breakfast food, I actually can imagine.

Oh, Tate. You have no idea what you’re getting into with this one.

I like Sasha Brewster just fine, but sometimes she’s spoiling for fight. I remember when Gavin and I showed up at her apartment so he could win Ellie back, and she went toe-to-toe with him. She has zero qualms about staring down the prime minister and accusing him of inappropriate behaviour with his interns.

A manslut like Tate Nilsson doesn’t stand a chance with her.

And I say that with enormous affection for his manslutty ways. Tate’s a great guy. I’ll have to find out what the breakfast thing was all about.

Sasha takes a deep breath, then nods sharply. “Fine. But seriously, watch him today. He may have driven here drunk.”

This time I can’t keep my laugh inside. “I doubt that very much.”

She glares at me, and I right my face again.

“Yes, noted, thank you. We’ll take him out back immediately for a breathalyzer.”

She rolls her eyes and spins out of my orbit.

I take a deep breath and continue with my slow circle of the lodge.

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