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Authors: Cynthia Bruner

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Meg's Best Man: A Montana Weekend Novella

Table of Contents

Thursday Night

Friday

Saturday

Sunday

Mother/Daughter Book Club Questions

Acknowledgements

Other books by Cynthia Bruner

About the Author

A MONTANA WEEKEND NOVELLA

By Cynthia Bruner

Meg’s Best Man

A MONTANA WEEKEND NOVELLA

Copyright © 2014 by Cynthia Bruner. All rights reserved.

Cover by Robin Ludwig Design

Scripture taken from THE HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION®, NIV® Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.

ISBN: 978-0-9862153-1-5

Meg’s Best Man is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locales are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity and are used fictitiously. All other characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination.

Printed in the U.S.A.

Thursday Night

It was exactly the wrong time to show up at Joshua’s cabin. The would-be bride’s face was wet with tears, and her future father-in-law was pacing with one palm pressed to his forehead. Her future mother-in-law was sitting beside her, holding her hand. “It’ll work out, dear,” she was saying. Leah, the would-be bride, made an attempt at a hopeful smile. It didn’t work. Then, because she was trying not to cry, a sob leaked out and made an awful squeaking sound.

That sent the groom over the edge. “I know they have antinausea medications. Have they given her any? Why isn’t she better yet? I need to talk to that doctor.” With that, Joshua started pacing around the cabin’s great room, looking a lot like his father, who had already started to wear down the wooden floor.

Meg obediently closed the front door of the cabin behind her, wishing her aunt hadn’t said “Come in” a few moments before. What was this about nausea? Leah looked distressed, not sick. Meg looked at her cousin Joshua as he stomped around in a blur. He was definitely not sick, but he could end up that way soon if he kept this up.

Aunt Catherine turned and gave Meg a bright smile, as if nothing was wrong. “Come in,” she said again. “It’s so good to see you, Meg.”

Leah took a shaky breath. “I’m sorry,” she croaked, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

“Is there something I can do to help?”

The sudden end to the stomping caught her attention, and Meg looked up to see her cousin staring at her, his gray eyes wide and his mouth half open. He nodded quickly and mouthed yes. Then he glanced at his fiancée as if he was afraid she would see him.

She felt a touch on her arm and turned to Aunt Catherine, who was gently pulling her down to sit next to her. “We just got word that Brie, who is Leah’s maid of honor, has a severe case of food poisoning. She missed her flight, and the doctor doesn’t think she’ll be well enough to fly before the wedding on Saturday. We came up to give Leah the bad news.”

Now she understood why her aunt and uncle were at the cabin tonight, rather than hosting the flock of Parks family members down at their own house. There was no phone service at the cabin, where Leah and Joshua were staying. There was a spot a quarter mile up the mountain on a rocky outcrop where you could make a call if you held your cell phone up in the air, but if there was a message to deliver, it had to come in person.

Meg looked at Leah. Leah managed to make crying look pretty, except for the runny nose. “Can one of the other bridesmaids step in?”

Leah shook her head a little. “There’s just Brie and Cadence.” Cadence was Joshua’s little sister, and although she could be charming, Cadence was nineteen and spent a lot of time in her own boy-chasing little world, oblivious to anyone else’s needs. She wouldn’t make the best maid of honor.

“Do you have any other friends coming?” As soon as she saw the tears start to pool, Meg wished she hadn’t asked that. Brie had probably been the only one. Leah was from Texas, and it was a long, expensive trip. The nearest hotel to the cabin was an hour away. Some people didn’t mind camping, but it was a lot to ask. Besides, Meg realized, it was awfully late in the game to get someone else to fly up north just to be a backup. Leah was truly in a bind.

Movement down the hall caught Meg’s attention, and she could see someone in the shadows. A man, a tall one, was leaning sideways against the wall. He looked awfully comfortable in Joshua’s cabin, and she wondered who he was and what on earth he was doing there. He certainly wasn’t helping anyone. Meg felt Joshua’s eyes on her again, and she looked up to see the intensity on his face. She suddenly understood what he was waiting for. He wanted her to be the maid of honor.

Her head started to hurt. This weekend was going to be her only weekend off in two months. She had pulled her camper up here, and she was going to split her time between seeing family and reading a book or seven. She was only here now, standing in this cabin, to be polite and let Joshua know she’d be parking the camper down on the old logging road.

Leah was fidgeting with a wet tissue and let out another squeak. It was clear her mother wasn’t in Montana yet, or else she would be here now. And her sister wasn’t here, unless she was hiding in a back room. Meg vaguely remembered that she was out of the country. Now Leah’s best friend wasn’t coming.

Last December, just after Joshua had asked her to marry him, Leah had spent Christmas at Aunt Catherine and Uncle Jacob’s place. Meg had been there too, and the two of them had spent a lot of time together. Meg liked Leah. She liked her cheerful determination, even though she was a city girl in a house full of Montana loggers, cowboys, and refinery workers. She was looking forward to spending time with her again, but she was not Leah’s
best
friend. As she watched her shred the poor tissue, it came to her that she was probably the best friend Leah had in Montana. She reached over to the table, pulled out a couple clean tissues, and then handed them to Leah.

Without looking, Leah grabbed the tissues and dumped the sopping, shredded one in Meg’s open hand. A split second later she realized what she had done and looked at Meg with wide eyes. “Oh! I’m so sorry…”

Meg laughed and handed it to Joshua as he passed by in his pacing. “Better get used to this,” she said to him with a laugh. “Wet tissue holder will be part of your job description.”

Meg turned back to Leah. “I’m sorry, Leah. I know you were counting on your friend being here. There’s still a chance, isn’t there? But if Brie doesn’t make it, you’ve got a whole bunch of Parks girls, including me, who would be honored to step in. You should just pick one who fits in the dress and put them to work.” And hopefully, she thought, it will be one of the others.

Leah took a deep breath and looked at her with pleading eyes. “Would you? Do you really mean it?”

Uh-oh
. “I do.” Yikes, that sounded like a vow, Meg thought. What did maids of honor do, anyway? She’d have to ask Aunt Catherine. No one was better at coordinating events than her. She probably already had a list prepared.

“Oh, the dress! What if it doesn’t fit you?”

Meg’s head pounded now. She had a dress for the wedding, one she really liked, but she would probably wear jeans and a nice blouse instead. She really wasn’t the dress kind of girl, and a cabin in the woods wasn’t much of a high-heels place, anyway. Leah always looked so put together, accessories and all, so it was probably going to be a fancy bridesmaid outfit. Oh please, God, she thought, I want to be a friend for Leah, but please don’t make me wear dyed-to-match shoes. I really don’t like dyed-to-match shoes. “We’ll figure that out later.”

“Let’s go try it on now,” Aunt Catherine said, taking her hand. “Come on, Meg, this way.”

Leah gave Meg a real smile. Joshua had stopped pacing, and so had his father, Meg’s Uncle Jacob. They were all looking at her with hope in their eyes. All except for the lanky cowboy lurking in the back hallway, that is, who had an inscrutable grin on his face. Who let him in, anyway?

Catherine led her down the opposite hallway to the cabin’s main bedroom and opened the door. There was some nice luggage in the corner. Meg guessed it was where Leah was staying. There were three dresses hanging over the front of the wardrobe: a wedding dress, a nice blue dress, and a brilliant Kelly green halter dress. Catherine reached for the green one. Tucked against the wall was a strappy pair of matching shoes.

Not much got past Aunt Catherine. “Thank you, Meg. I know this isn’t your style, but it will mean the world to Leah. Do you know she hasn’t got a single friend coming up from Texas now? Her friends Marci and Nan just started new jobs and couldn’t take time off. Besides, as you know, this place isn’t on the way to anything those girls would find exciting. I’m just grateful Gage is here for Joshua.” She set the dress down on the bed. “I’ll be back to zip you up in a moment,” she said and she closed the door behind her.

Meg stripped down to her socks and underwear and put on the dress. She was hoping it would either fit perfectly or fit so badly that she wouldn’t have to wear it, but neither was the case. It seemed a little longer than it was supposed to be, and it was tight enough across her bust that it gaped in the front, showing off the edge of her bra when she moved. She tried on the shoes, and thankfully they didn’t even come close to fitting. Catherine came back in and stood before her, hands on hips. “Well, you’ll have to wear different shoes. Now just look at that face! You look like you don’t care for it, and you haven’t even seen how it looks yet.”

“It’s bright.”

“All your murals have bright colors, Meg. I never understood that. Why is it you never dress yourself like you do your artwork?”

Well, that was an interesting question, but she wasn’t about to address it now.

Catherine moved the blue dress, revealing the mirror on the front of the wardrobe. Then she physically moved Meg over in front of it. “You don’t usually show that much skin, I know,” she said. “I wish you’d give my Cadence a good dose of your natural modesty; she could use it these days. Hers is the same color of green and has short sleeves, and she’d trade dresses with you in a heartbeat. And no, you may not suggest it.” She untied and retied the halter at the back of Meg’s neck, which helped a little. “It’s a little bit…”

“Busty,” Meg finished. “And it’s me, not the dress.”

Catherine laughed. “There’s nothing at all wrong with your figure, missy, you’re a bombshell. I’m quite sure the gentleman you marry won’t mind that at all.”

Meg felt embarrassed and fussed at her waist. “It’s tight here, too.”

“Well, Brie is a twig. I know you think it’s too flashy, but the truth is, you look lovely.”

Meg tilted her head sideways and gave herself a critical look in the mirror. “It’s just a little too tight. It makes the dress look… inappropriate.”

Catherine laughed. “I knew you were going to think that. If you knew Brie you’d realize she sees this dress as too plain. The truth is somewhere in between. It’s just for one day, anyway.”

“Ah, but the pictures live on forever.”

Catherine laughed again. “Come on, Meg. You have to give a fashion show now, goofy wool socks and all.”

She hoped Leah would be happy. Joshua would be happy if Leah was happy, and if Joshua was happy, his mom and dad and even she would be, but… “Aunt Catherine, who is that guy out there?”

“The handsome stranger in the cowboy hat? It’s about time you asked. That’s Gage, Joshua’s best man. I’m guessing he’s going to like the dress, too.”

If he did, he didn’t give any indication of it. He had moved out of the hallway and into the great room, but he was still silently leaning against the wall like some sort of western decoration. The sun was starting to set outside, and the light was turning gold. Through the window it struck his tan skin and amber eyes. He looked as if he’d just come in off the range. Yes, he was handsome, but he was also a stranger, and she felt so awkward in her tight dress and gray wool socks she wanted to crawl into a hole.

Leah jumped up. “Oh, Meg, you look great!” What followed was a loud consensus on how great she looked, minus any opinion from Gage, the best man. Catherine broke the news to Leah about the shoes, but Leah didn’t seem to mind at all. She gave Meg a surprisingly strong hug. “You’re the best,” she said.

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