Sisters in White (Love in Bloom: Snow Sisters #3) Contemporary Romance (24 page)

“You and Gage? Dogs in heat?” Danica said as she hugged Sally goodbye.

“Trust me, if there were anything going on there, you’d be the first to know.” Sally glanced at Gage and Rusty. “I have to admit, he’s great with Rusty.”

“You can’t fool me. Now that everyone else sees it, maybe it’s time we pushed things along a little.”

They said goodbye to their guests, helping them into the airport shuttle.

Her father set Trevor down by Kaylie’s feet and opened his arms. “Honey?”

Please hug him
.

Kaylie walked into his arms, and as her father embraced her sister, Danica saw the tension in Kaylie’s muscles ease, replaced with comfort. She slowly drew her arms around her father’s waist and settled her head against his chest.

“You smell like you always did,” Kaylie said.

“I’m the same person, princess. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad, but I’m still your old dad, and I love you.” He moved from Kaylie to Danica and turned her chin toward him, the way he had when she was a stubborn teenager. “You’re something else, Danica.”

There it was, the moment of impact. It was his little compliments, the ones he didn’t bestow on Kaylie, the way he always made her feel one step above anyone else in the room, that made her feel like she was just that—and that because of her position, she had to protect her sister.
Like she always had
.

“I love you, Dad.”

“I love you, too.”

Max appeared behind him, and Danica thanked her for everything she had done for them.

“Really, it’s okay. I didn’t do that much.” Max’s cheeks flushed.

“Whatever. Come here.” Danica hugged her close and whispered in her ear, “Is there something I should know about you and Treat?”

Max took a step back and looked Danica right in the eye. Without so much as a hesitation, she said, “Not a chance on your life.”

“Wow. I’d think any woman would be crazy not to go after him. He’s handsome, wealthy, and so incredibly generous.”

“Don’t forget arrogant,” Max added.

“You keep saying that, but why? I haven’t seen him do one arrogant thing.”

“Just something he did.”

“What?” Danica knew they were holding up the others, but she’d seen the way Treat eyed Max, and it was anything but arrogant.

Max shook her head. “Remember the night I was with that other guy?”

“Yeah.”
You were really with Treat?

“Oh, never mind. I just think he thinks a lot of himself. Listen, this isn’t important. Say goodbye to your friends. We’ll catch up when you get back.”

Max climbed into the shuttle, taking one last long look in the direction of Treat’s office. Danica was sure she caught a whiff of disappointment when Treat failed to appear.

“If you ask me, she’s just fooling herself,” Lacy said, nodding at Max.

“Yeah, I don’t know what to think. Kaylie says she never even hears Max talking about guys, so...” Danica shrugged. “Wanna tell me about this thing with Dane that everyone but me seems to know about?”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“Sisters, remember? We share the deets. Hell, even Sally knew something was up with you two.”

Lacy watched Trevor pulling at Kaylie’s leg. “Those two are so cute, aren’t they?”

“Yes, cutest little spawns ever, but don’t think they’ll distract me from you and Dane.”

“So this is what it’s really like to have sisters? They badger you until you finally cave?” Lacy smiled.

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Well, there’s really nothing to tell. He’s got a life zooming around the world and I’ve got a life behind my very nice desk at World Geographic. I can’t see myself leaving to chase whale sharks, and you saw him. He’s not a guy who would be happy sitting around in one place.” She blew out a tired breath. “Besides, I don’t even know the guy, really, so all this speculation is just that—speculation.”

“If you say so. I thought I saw something more between you two.”

“No, you’re right. There is something between us. Ten inches of something.” Lacy winked.

Danica gasped. “So it’s true?”

Lacy flashed a devious smile.

“Oh, honey, we’ll have to plan a girls’ week this summer so we can hear all about your...so we can catch up. You, me, and Kaylie.”

“That sounds more perfect than you could ever imagine. A sister weekend. I’ve waited my whole life for that.” Lacy’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, Kaylie, Danica, I almost forgot!” She dug into her purse. “We got these for you that day we went into town.” She handed them each a silver necklace with a silver charm. Each one had one third of an engraved heart.

“S-I?” Danica asked.

“S-T?” Kaylie said, scrunching her face in confusion.

Lacy held up hers. “Yup, and mine says “E-R.” She stood next to Kaylie and they held them up in a line. “Sister,” Lacy said proudly.

“This is what you and Dad bought in that shop? In the glass case?” Kaylie asked.

Lacy beamed. “Mm-hmm. I know they’re kind of corny, and it’s kind of presumptuous, but I was just so overjoyed that we’d finally met. You don’t have to wear them.” She dropped her eyes.

“Are you kidding?” Kaylie lifted her hair off of her neck and handed it to Lacy. “Put it on me. I’ll never take it off!”

She embraced Lacy, and the three of them promised to stay in touch.

Danica watched her mother juggle Lexi in one arm while holding on to Trevor’s hand with the other, and she immediately remembered the feeling of holding on to her mother’s hand so her mother could hold Kaylie safe within her arms when they were young girls. She’d always protected Kaylie, and as she watched Kaylie say goodbye to her children, she knew she always would. Even if her sister didn’t need her to. It was what big sisters did.

“Give Twevor one!” Lexi said to Kaylie, as Kaylie dug another lollipop out of her purse and handed it to Trevor.

It’s just what big sisters do
.

Danica waved as the shuttle pulled away from the curb. The sun showered them with midafternoon laze-inducing warmth. Blake wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled against her neck.

“Sad to see them go?” he asked.

“Maybe a little.” Danica turned to face him.

“A whole week. Seven whole days!” Kaylie was doing a happy little dance around Chaz. “No babies, no diapers, no sleepless nights.”

Chaz picked her up and twirled her in his arms. “I’m making no promises about sleepless nights,” he teased.

Kaylie threw her head back and laughed.

“I rather like my sleepless nights,” Danica whispered to Blake.

Chaz set Kaylie down on the sidewalk and she ran over to Danica. “We leave tomorrow. Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? Think about it. A honeymoon in Las Vegas. Never a dull moment.”

Even the thought of Las Vegas, the noise, the lights, and the need for nonstop energy, made Danica cringe. The look in Blake’s eyes told her that he had no interest in a wild week in Vegas either.

“Nope. I think we’ll go back to our little house, on our quiet little mountain, and enjoy being Mr. and Mrs. Blake Carter for a while.”

The End

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Chapter One

TREAT BRADEN didn’t usually charter planes. It wasn’t his style to flash his wealth. But tonight he needed to be anywhere but his Nassau, Bahamas, resort, and missing his commercial flight had just plain pissed him off. He owned upscale resorts all over the world, and he’d been featured on travel shows so many times that it turned his stomach to have to play those
ridiculous media games
. Most of the pomp and circumstance surrounding him had begun to irk him in ways that it never had before meeting Max Armstrong. It had been six months since he’d seen her standing in the lobby
of his Nassau resort
. Six months since his heart first thundered in a way that scared the shit out of him.

He’d tried to ignore her, but it seemed that everywhere Treat went, she was destined to appear. Treat wasn’t a Neanderthal. He knew he had no claim on her. Hell, he hadn’t even given her any indication that he was attracted to her. But that hadn’t stopped his blood from boiling when he’d seen her with Justin Barr, one of his employees, and it hadn’t stopped him from acting like a prick when he’d seen her the next morning standing in front of the elevators at his resort, wearing the same clothes she’d had on the night before.

Meeting Max had sent his heart and mind into a wind tunnel of regret. He was thirty-seven, and it was high time that he settled into life and cast away the fears he’d carried around his whole life due to his mother’s untimely death and his father’s grief.
I’ll fall in love and she’ll be stolen away. I’ll be as heartbroken as Dad.

If he’d had to look at the lobby of the Nassau resort for one more second, he might have torn the place down. As the plane landed, Treat knew that getting away from resorts altogether and spending a weekend with his father at his ranch was just what he needed. Being with his family would center him, and Hal Braden had always been a calming influence on Treat. After his mother passed away, it was his father who pulled him and his five siblings through those tumultuous years. His father had constantly pounded a strong work ethic and sense of loyalty into his and his four brothers’ heads, and that had enabled them all to be successful in their careers. His younger sister, Savannah, however, was the most ruthless businessperson of them all. The thought of his gorgeous, albeit cutthroat, sister brought a smile to his lips. He’d have to remember to call her while he was in town.

Weston, Colorado, was a small ranch town with dusty streets, too many cowboy hats, and a main drag that had been built to replicate the Wild West. It was everything Treat remembered as he sat in his rental Lexus SUV on Main Street. The traffic he was stuck in was not at all typical, and it wasn’t until he crawled around the next curve and saw the balloons and banners above the road announcing the twenty-second annual Indie Film Festival that he realized what weekend it was.
Damn
. He had forgotten about the festival.

His cell phone rang, and he picked it up while he waited for the line of cars to turn off the main road toward the festival grounds.

“I can’t believe you didn’t call me before you came out.”

Savannah
. “Hi, honey. I miss you, too.”

“You big oaf.” She laughed. Savannah was a ballbusting entertainment attorney, but to Treat, she’d always be his baby sister. “I’m at the festival with a client. When will you get in?”

“I’m here now. I’m on Main.” He hadn’t moved an inch in five minutes.

“Yeah? Come to the festival and see me. I’ll call Dad and let him know. I’ll wait for you at the rear entrance.”

Even though his sister had issued an order rather than posed a request, Treat smiled. All he really wanted to do was to reach his father’s two-hundred-acre ranch just outside of town, but Treat knew that if he didn’t see Savannah right away, she’d be disappointed; and disappointing his siblings was something he strived not to do. His father’s words rang through his mind.
Family knows no boundaries
.

“You sure you can get away?” he asked, knowing there was nothing that would stop Savannah from making time for him.

“Who are you kidding? For you? Hell yes. Come in the back gate. I’ll wait there.”

“I’ll be there as soon as traffic allows. Hey, don’t forget to call Dad.” The thought of his father waiting for him worried Treat. After he ended the call with Savannah and waited through two more unbearably long traffic lights, he picked up his cell and called his father, just in case. He didn’t like to cause his father undue worry.

“Hey there, son.”

Hal’s slow, deep drawl tugged at Treat’s heart. God, he’d missed his father. “Dad, I’m here, but I’m gonna stop at the festival first, if you don’t mind.”

“Yup. Savannah called. Treat, spend some time with her. She misses you.”

His father was always looking out for them, and it warmed his heart to hear that things hadn’t changed. “See you soon, Dad.”

Chapter Two

MAX ARMSTRONG donned her most comfortable jeans and her usual festival T-shirt on opening day. Her boss—and owner of the Indie Film Festival—Chaz Crew had created so much buzz over the past few years that they were expecting a crowd of more than forty thousand attendees during the two-day festival. The festival grounds covered one hundred acres a few blocks from Main Street and boasted five new theaters. Also on the grounds were restaurants, gift shops, and a high-class hotel. Hotels in neighboring towns were booked a full year in advance of the festival. 

Whether there were twenty or fifty thousand attendees, Max was ready. She was nothing if not efficient and supremely organized. She’d been organizing the festival sponsors and logistics for almost eight years, and there was nothing that could throw her off her game. At least that’s what Max always thought—until six months earlier, when she’d met Treat Braden at Chaz’s wedding.

Max had worked with Scarlet, Treat’s assistant, for months via telephone calls and e-mails, coordinating logistics for the double wedding he’d hosted at his Nassau resort for Chaz and Kaylie, and Treat’s cousin, Blake Carter, and his new wife Danica—Kaylie’s sister. She’d come to know Scarlet so well that Scarlet now recognized her by voice. But she hadn’t been prepared for meeting the six-foot-six darkly handsome god that was Treat Braden, with his seductive voice, and the way every inch of him screamed of adrenaline-pumping, heart-fluttering masculinity. He’d knocked her so far off-kilter that she’d lost her ability to speak, along with her mental faculties.

Now her stomach clenched just thinking about the way he took her hand in his and kissed the back of it with those warm, sensuous lips, or the way he’d looked at her as though she were the only woman in the room and then, in the next breath, had arrogantly blown her off. Who was he to judge her personal activities? Sure, she’d been in the same clothes she’d worn the night before, and yes, she’d been out on a date with one of his employees, but she was a single woman. She had every right to do whatever she wanted to do with whomever she wanted—without judgment.
Why do I care what he thinks, anyway?
That awful look he gave her was in such stark contrast to the impeccable manners that he’d otherwise exuded; holding doors, thinking of the needs of her and his other guests before himself, taking extra steps to ensure that every little detail of his cousin’s wedding had been taken care of. Before that look, he’d paid full attention to every word she’d spoken, and the way his eyes trailed her every move did not go unnoticed. Her pulse sped up just thinking about it. Max couldn’t let those things sway her resolve. She’d been mistreated, demeaned, and judged by a previous boyfriend, and she swore she’d never go down that road again—not even for too-sexy-for-his-own-good Treat Braden. She’d tried to avoid him after that interaction, though she’d been far from successful. After Nassau, she’d walked away and never looked back. Well, maybe a few times, in the darkness of her bedroom, when it was only her and her sexual fantasies.

She’d learned her lesson. Max forced herself to fall right back into doing what she did best: focusing on her work. And it had paid off. This year’s festival would be a huge success.

It was warmer than it should be in Weston that afternoon, with temps in the mid-sixties. She was glad she didn’t need her parka, as she had during other festivals, where the weather had taken on a freakish Arctic chill. The afternoon films ran without a hitch, and so far, the celebrity speakers had made their appearances without any wardrobe malfunctions—a trick of the trade for gaining media exposure. Max ran a tight ship, and she was quick to nix any wayward thoughts that celebs might conjure up.

Max spoke into her earpiece as she drove over toward the rear gate. “Heading to the rear gate now. I’ll check on Dean.”

The ruckus between the celeb’s entourage and the media was already creating a shit-storm of confusion. Photographers surrounded Connor Dean’s limousine and the two accompanying SUVs. She should have known this might happen. Dean was a local celebrity actor turned millionaire, whose reputation had exploded since they’d booked him eight months earlier. She’d been wrong to think the Hulk-like security guards could manage a little drama. As she neared the scene, she rolled down her window and surveyed the ensuing nightmare. Shouts and threats were tossed around like candy to children, and no one was making any headway.
What on earth is that woman doing with her body halfway out of the limo?

Max parked right in front of the first SUV, threw open her door, and stepped from the car. She’d hoped to create a long enough pause to get the crowd’s attention, and when that didn’t work, she moved to Plan B.
What is that woman in the limo shouting—legal jargon?
Max groaned as she climbed onto the roof of her car and raised her hands in the air. With a quick flip of a switch on the control panel on her belt, she flicked on the intercom mounted above the gate.

TREAT pulled up to the back gate behind a mass of media surrounding a number of cars. He rolled down his window and was met with too many shouts to decipher. It was obvious that no one was going anywhere anytime soon. He pulled into the parking lot outside the fence and decided he’d run in, say hello to Savannah, and tell her he’d catch up with her later at their father’s ranch. The last thing he needed was to deal with this type of headache.

He heard Savannah’s voice and swiftly scanned the crowd. If anyone was touching her, he’d—Savannah was standing with her body out of the limousine’s moonroof, shouting God knew what as the media peppered her client with questions. Connor Dean, Savannah’s client, was an actor who was quickly climbing the ranks of fame. Savannah had been his attorney for two years, and whenever he had a public engagement, he brought her along. It wasn’t a typical attorney-client relationship, but for all of Connor’s bravado, he’d been slandered one too many times. Savannah kept track of what was and wasn’t said at most events—by both Connor and the media.

Treat couldn’t see Connor Dean, but by the way the media swarmed the limo, he assumed Connor was inside fielding questions from behind the slightly open tinted window.

Treat leaned against the entrance to the gate, crossed one foot over the other, and watched his little sister in action. Her long auburn hair looked like fire against her narrowed, serious green eyes. She was the only one to have their mom’s coloring—and their mother’s spitfire spirit also came with the genes. He and his brothers were all dark, like their father.

Savannah glanced up and their eyes caught. Her scowl morphed into a warm smile as she scrambled onto the roof of the limo.

Treat pushed away from the fence and headed in full protective mode toward his sister. She might be mouthy, but she could be easily injured by those media animals as they pushed their way forward.

“Treat!” Savannah called.

Treat moved into the crowd, parting the media like flies. His six-foot-six frame naturally commanded more space, and one look up usually sent smaller men scrambling away. The ones who remained, he gently persuaded with a cold, domineering stare—a stare he hadn’t needed to rely upon since Savannah was a teenager, when he and his brothers had spent countless hours keeping the horny boys away from their precious sister.

Treat reached up and caught Savannah as she jumped down. He spun her around and, as he set her on her feet, his eyes landed on a woman standing on a car in front of the limousine. His breath caught in his throat.
Max
.

(End of Sneak Peek)

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SNOW SISTERS

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Sea of Love

Bursting with Love

Hearts at Play

Acknowledgments

The
Snow Sisters
series has been a joy to write, and not only will there be more
Snow Sisters
books, but you can follow Danica, Kaylie, Lacy, Max and their friends in the remaining six books under the
Love in Bloom
series umbrella,
The Bradens
.

I grew up with six brothers, and as the only girl my competitive nature drove me toward being able to do all that my brothers could do, rather than the more feminine things on which other young girls focused. Creating the
Snow Sisters
was a fun and interesting process, and I am indebted to all of my girlfriends for sharing their lives with me, through which I’ve learned—and parlayed into my writing—about friendship, sisters, and the differences in the way women and men approach life. There are so many friends who have become my sisters at heart, and instead of trying to name each of them, I’ll say this: You know who you are. When you read this, you’ll feel it in your heart, or maybe you’ll get that chill up your back that we laugh about, or perhaps you’ll remember when we talked on the phone and laughed, cried, screamed, or cursed. Or the emails we’ve shared, the Facebook messages, the quick tweets, or the handwritten notes. Yup, it’s you, sweetie, every one of you, and I love you all. And of course I cannot skip my brothers, because without each of you I would not have a clue about how to be a strong woman or how the minds of men work. I’m still a little confused there, but you each have helped tremendously. Thank you.