Page 6 of Fall Wedding With the Mountain Man (Ozark Mountain Men Falling For Love #2)
Hudson
Before we got out of the truck, I addressed the obvious elephant in the room. “About those heels. I don’t think they’re going to work on the grass. I’ve got a pair of my little sister’s hiking boots in the back of my truck. Would you like to put them on?”
Elizabeth looked aghast. “Absolutely not . I’d rather break my ankle wearing these heels than show up at a wedding wearing hiking boots.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. She really had lost touch with her friend. She had no idea who Shelby was now.
It probably wasn’t right to continue withholding information from her, so I said, “Would you mind popping the glove box for me? My boutonniere’s in there.”
Her jaw dropped open, and she eyed me suspiciously. Then she popped the glove compartment, revealing one peach orchid.
“What the hell ?”
Clearing my throat, I told her, “I might be attending the wedding, too.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“I was having too much fun talking to you. It was nice. And I figured you’d talk more freely thinking I was a stranger rather than, well, part of the wedding party.”
I attached the boutonniere to my flannel shirt and said, “You sure you want to pass on those boots? I’d hate to see you twist an ankle out here.”
She was staring at me with a mix of horror and approval. I’d managed to get something by her, the big-city lawyer. I could tell she hated that it impressed her.
Elizabeth pursed her lips and shook her head. “No boots.”
“Okay. If you change your mind, let me know.”
Then I got out of the truck and let Frankie loose. He hopped right out of the truck, tail zooming back and forth, then ran for the crowd I saw in the distance.
After I helped Elizabeth out of the truck, she took three tottering steps in her heels and turned back to look at me with a disconsolate look on her face.
“Why wouldn’t she have told me she was getting married in a cow field?”
I reached out and steadied her before she could topple. “The invitation did say to dress casual and wear peach. I think I fit the bill. You, on the other hand look like you’re trying out for the Miss America pageant. You might have misunderstood the vibe.”
She swallowed hard. “I can’t wear hiking boots to a wedding. What will people think of me?”
I glanced down at the fancy peach gown she was wearing. “They’ll think you’re half sensible.”
It only took her making a few more attempts at walking in those sexy heels, before she gave in and accepted my generous offer.
I picked her up and carried her back to my truck, then plopped her down in the passenger seat.
Then I held the kitten while Elizabeth slipped into the boots.
Boots with a fancy ball gown.
She was starting to look more Ozarkian by the minute.
As we made our way to the guest area she muttered, “Who the fuck gets married in a field? I guess that’s what happens when you marry a trash truck driver.”
Wooo-eee, my prissy princess was in for a hell of a surprise.
“Someone’s got to take out the trash,” I rumbled back, enjoying every moment.
I couldn’t help but grin as I lifted her back down and steadied her sweet ass. Even in hiking boots, she could hardly walk straight. It was like she’d never been on grass before.