Page 1 of Boston
CHAPTER
ONE
Boston Simpson couldn’t wait to get back to his apartment, even though it was only a studio, and loosen this tie. Abandon it in favor of a T-shirt and his pair of cowboy boots, so he could go horseback riding in this glorious summer sunshine.
“Have you met her yet?”
Boston looked up from the digital checklist for an upcoming wedding at the Silver Sage Mountain Lodge and Resort. He’d been working here for four months now, after stepping in to help with several issues during Harry and Belle’s wedding and getting noticed by the customer service manager.
“Not yet,” he said to Julie, the woman who did his job when he wasn’t at the lodge. They worked well together, and Julie was always willing to coordinate with Boston to trade shifts. They had each other’s backs with their boss too—a woman named Mae Silver.
This lodge had been in her family for three generations, and it hadn’t taken much to woo Boston away from his job in Jackson Hole. Silver Sage paid better, had better hours, and was far closer to where Boston really wanted to live: Coral Canyon.
He missed Cash, but his cousin trained for the rodeo relentlessly. If he wasn’t at the gym, he was at the arena, training with his coach. And if he wasn’t there, he’d be working with his horse.
Boston had enjoyed living with his cousin, and they still texted every single day. He’d gotten up and gone to church with Cash, and the two of them had helped each other stay strong—and sane—without the support and strength of their families.
He looked at the list in front of him, and he typed in today’s date for the follow-up email for the facility rental, though he hadn’t sent it yet.
He currently managed the wedding details for Adam and Joey, Boston’s cousin. He’d specifically asked to have this wedding, though he’d never done one before.
Joey and Adam had booked the lodge and grounds for their wedding in September, though they weren’t renting the whole she-bang the way Harry had done.
Of course, Adam wasn’t a mega-country music star celebrity who needed to keep his nuptials off the Internet. Joey wanted something nice that she didn’t have to think too much about, and that fit Silver Sage to a T.
In fact, Boston had been tasked to think through and coordinate all the details—and he loved it.
Joey and Adam, he typed out on the laptop he’d been assigned.You are ninety days from your event, and we can’t wait to have you at the Silver Sage Mountain Lodge and Resort for your wedding!
At this time, most couples book a slot on the grounds for their engagement pictures or bridal photos, and with summer here in Wyoming, it’s a great time to pose for the perfect picture for your event.
We have a list of professional photographers we can provide for you, should you desire that, and if you’d like to booka photo shoot at Silver Sage, in one of our beautiful gardens, the orchard, or the gorgeous National Forest, please click this calendar and choose the time that works best for you.
Boston pasted in the link for the photography calendar, and quickly typed out the rest of the email about the costs, and what facilities would be available on picture day.
I’ll be following up next month to make sure we have your final menu solidified and we’ll schedule a walk-through with a mock-up of your event then too, to ensure we have time to make any changes you want to make your special day absolutely spectacular.
He typed his name and sent the email he’d said he’d already sent, and leaned back in his chair.
He glanced over to Julie, who’d buried herself in her computer too. “Haveyoumet the new boss yet?”
Julie looked away from her work instantly. “I saw her come in, yes.” Her bright blue eyes shone with all the tea, but she didn’t spill it.
Boston grinned at her. “And? Don’t hold back.”
“She was wearing stilettos,” Julie whispered the last word like it was dirty. “And skin-tight jeans, and a tank top that looked like it had been made of feathers and clouds.”
Boston grinned and grinned, reaching up and stretching his arms high above his head. “So she’s a total city girl.”
As suspected.
To Boston, it wasn’t a suspicion. Mae’s oldest daughter had moved to and had been living in Miami for the past decade, and what Boston spent his time speculating about was whether Cora would know what she was doing.
Her mother had told the staff here at Silver Sage that Cora had been running a hotel in Miami, and she’d know how to manage all the pieces of the lodge.
Boston wasn’t so sure about that, because Silver Sage was a hotel, yes. But that was only part of what the lodge was. They hosted several events every month, and they led outdoor wilderness camps and expeditions. They had acres and acres of grounds that had to be maintained, and nothing he could even imagine in Miami looked like the sprawling, wooded facility that was Silver Sage.
They had three separate gardens, one of which held seventeen sculptures done by a local artist in Rusk, and a beautiful apple orchard, though they sat a bit too far north to grow as many as the orchards that lined the highway that ran from Coral Canyon to Dog Valley.
