Chapter 5 Aspen #2
Cady tugged on my hand, bringing me back to the moment. “Are we still gonna go have Hartley dinner?”
I surveyed the drive and the road. Now that the plows had been through and I’d cleared the drive, my station wagon would probably do fine. I bit the inside of my cheek. I hoped so, anyway.
“Please, Mama? I wanna go so bad.”
Charlie’s grandma, Kerry Hartley, had been inviting us to their family dinner for months now.
Since Wren and Maddie were engaged to two Hartley brothers, Holt and Nash, they all seemed to think I should join the crew, as well.
I’d resisted, fearing the questions that might come my way if we ventured into that territory.
I looked down at Cady, seeing so much hope in those green eyes. She deserved this. A real family dinner. What Autumn and I never had growing up.
“Okay,” I relented.
Cady leapt into the air. “Yes, yes, yeeeeesss!” She did a boogie dance toward the house. “We gots to get ready.”
I laughed but nodded, my stomach twisting at the thought of what I should wear to a family get-together. I decided on jeans and a sweater that made the green in my eyes pop just a bit more. Cady opted for her glitter boots and a sweater with a glitter pig on the front.
Her hands went to her hips. “Mama, you need sparkles.”
I laughed. “Well then, fix me up.”
Cady ran back to her bedroom and returned with a glittery gold headband. “This!”
I bent so she could place it on my head. It was too small for me, but I didn’t argue. I would’ve done anything to see that light in her eyes.
I stood, straightening. “What do you think? Am I ready?”
Cady beamed. “You look like a princess.”
I curtsied to her. “Why, thank you, milady.”
She giggled and ran into the kitchen to grab a bone. “Here you go, Chauncey.”
He lumbered across the threshold and gently took it from her outstretched hand.
“Let’s go!”
We donned coats, and I loaded Cady into my station wagon. The engine sputtered twice before it caught, and I winced. I needed to take it to the local mechanic, but I dreaded what they might tell me needed to be fixed.
Thankfully, the drive to the Hartleys’ wasn’t bad. People had clearly been out and about today, and the snow was already melting. That was the thing about these fall storms; the snow never stuck around. But it would leave plenty of mud for the animals to roll around in afterward.
I slowed as I approached the massive gates for the Hartley property.
It shouldn’t have surprised me. Grae had told me once that her father had started an outdoor gear company.
It grew incredibly popular, and when he sold it years back, it left him and all his children with more than enough money in the bank.
Yet all the Hartley siblings I’d met had regular jobs like the rest of us.
“Wow,” Cady breathed.
I rolled down my window and hit the intercom.
Kerry’s cheery voice filled the speaker. “Hartley residence.”
“Hi, Kerry. It’s Aspen.”
“Oh, good. I was worried you might not make it with the snow. Drive on up.”
A buzz sounded, and the gate began to open.
“Thanks.”
I rubbed my palms on my jeans before placing them back on the wheel and continuing on. The drive wound through the trees, and I nearly gasped as they thinned. The house on the mountainside was something out of an architecture magazine.
A massive blend of wood and stone nestled into the incline. It seemed to be separated into two parts with a glass walkway connecting them. It was absolutely stunning and more than a little intimidating.
“Is this a castle?” Cady asked, awe filling her voice.
I chuckled. “Kinda looks like one, huh?”
“No wonder Charlie likes it here,” she mumbled.
It wasn’t as if Charlie’s house—where he lived with his dad, Lawson, and his two older brothers, Drew and Luke—was anything to sneeze at. It just wasn’t quite as imposing as this one.
I pulled into a makeshift parking spot next to a row of vehicles. My pulse thrummed in my neck, but I did my best to keep my breathing even.
Climbing out of the station wagon, Cady met me around the side of the vehicle. “Careful,” I warned. “It might be slippery.”
I grabbed the cookies I’d baked earlier in the day from the back seat, and we headed toward the porch. When we reached the steps, the door flew open. Grae’s petite form barely filled the space, but her smile was ear-to-ear. “There are my girls!”
“Miss Grae!” Cady yelled, running up the steps.
Grae lifted Cady into her arms. “I’m soooo happy you’re here. I’ve missed you like crazy.”
Cady giggled. “You saw me two days ago.”
“Way too long.”
Cady ran her fingers through Grae’s pale blond locks. “Your hair is so pretty.”
“Thank you. So is yours. I love these braids.”
Cady beamed. “Mama did ‘em for me. Look at my sparkles.” She showed Grae the glittery ties at the ends of her pigtails.
“Fabulous, girlfriend.” Grae grinned at me. “So glad you could make it.”
“Me, too.” My voice wavered slightly, but I hugged Grae quickly to cover it. “Thanks for having us, G.”
“You know you’re welcome anytime.”
We headed inside the large but welcoming home and toward the sounds of chaos and conversation. As we stepped into the living space, a dozen faces greeted us. I swallowed hard, trying to take it all in.
But Cady was already moving, shimmying out of Grae’s arms and running toward a large, imposing figure. “Mr. Grizz!” she shouted, skidding to a halt in front of the man. “You’re here!”
He was here. My grumpy, brooding savior from the night before was standing in the Hartley living room.