The Supermodel's Best Friend (A Romantic Comedy) by Gretchen Galway Read Free Book Online

her attention to the
cathedral canopy above. She never would have noticed it if she’d
been in the limo.
    Groucho pulled up in front of an unassuming
little cabin that blended into the forest. She got out, enjoying
the sound of her footsteps, muffled and peaceful, on the damp
earth. For the first time that day, she let a genuine sense of
peace wash over her.
    And then, like an explosion, a thundering
motor roared behind them, the sound rising as it grew closer, much
too fast. All five of them froze in surprise to stare back into the
darkness at the single headlight that flared to life between the
trees.
    The Groucho staffer pulled out a
walkie-talkie. “I’ll get Linda out here,” he said to one of the
other guys, moving to head off the motorcycle in the road.
    Annoyed with the disruption of her moment of
peace, Lucy looked at Fawn. To her surprise, Fawn was grinning, her
hands clasped together near her heart. “Oh, this is awesome! He
came!”
    “That’s your prince?”
    Fawn gave her a funny look out of the corner
of her eye, her lips pressed together in a smile she couldn’t read.
“No, it must be Huntley’s friend. His best man. He was afraid he
wouldn’t be here until later.”
    “Well, the wedding isn’t until Saturday.”
    Fawn exhaled loudly. “We reserved the whole
week and want you guys to enjoy it.”
    Lucy frowned at the man in black leather as
he cut the engine and straddled the bike. A mechanical popping
continued, echoing into the disturbed peace of the clearing. “I
don’t think he’s supposed to drive that here.”
    Fawn gave her another look, the kind she gave
Lucy in junior high about not wanting to wear blue eyeliner, the
one that said loosen up . She hurried over to the bike, one
hand lifted in a girly wave. “You must be Miles! I’m Fawn! Huntley
told me all about you and I’m so happy so see you, he wasn’t sure
if you’d be here, so I’m really glad—”
    Miles held up a gloved finger, shook his
helmeted head, and turned away from her. Taking all the time in the
world, as though a crowd of people weren’t staring at him, he
dismounted, put down the kickstand, and straightened.
     
     

Chapter 4
     
     
    Lucy took an instinctive step back. The man
was ginormous. She had to tilt her head back to see the top of
him.
    He took off his helmet, pulled some neon
orange foam out of his ears, and fixed his gaze on the staffer with
the walkie-talkie. “Excuse me, am I in the right place for the
Sterling wedding?”
    He had a deep voice, soft but carrying, and
looked just like the type of guy you’d want to hide behind in
battle. His movements were slow and deliberate, graceful, no energy
wasted.
    Groucho, walkie-talkie at his ear, stepped
close to him. “I’m sorry, sir, but no motorized vehicles are
permitted past the Greeting Lot.”
    “Oh, I’m sure he just didn’t realize,” Fawn
said, slipping between them, flashing her trademark smile that,
even lit only by the subtle glow of the cabin’s porch light,
instantly captured both men’s attention. “You are Miles, right?”
she asked, turning the beam of enchantment directly on him.
    “I am,” he said, then put his helmet back on,
remounted the bike, and kicked it back to life. Ignoring his best
friend’s future wife and the rest of them, he started to drive
on.
    Lucy jogged over and stood in front of the
bike. “Hey!”
    He waited, then hung his head, lifted it, and
killed the engine again. “Yes?” His voice was muffled through the
visor.
    Lucy pointed at Groucho, who had moved a few
feet away to talk on his walkie-talkie, and at Fawn, who was biting
her lips and staring at Miles like a kicked puppy. “Did you hear
what they said?”
    He pushed up the visor and stared at Lucy
with rather nice gray eyes. “And who are you?” His gaze slid down
to her feet and back up to her face.
    She felt the hairs on the back of her neck
stand on end. “I’m a guest here, unlike these guys, who are just
trying to do their job. If