Married In Montana (At The Altar Book 1) Read Online Free

ancestors, Eli and Daisy King.  Anyway, she was at church one Sunday, and I mentioned that I wished there were more marriageable women in our congregation.  She asked if I was interested in being matched and outlined what she was doing, and the next day we spent at least eight hours of her interviewing me and putting me through psychological testing.  She contacted me two months later and told me she'd found a match."  His eyes went to Savannah at that.  He was surprised he'd been able to keep them off her for long enough to talk to her mother.
    Savannah felt his gaze on her and met his eyes again.  There was something about her new husband that was just compelling to her.  He was handsome, yes, but she'd met so many handsome men in the past.  No, it was more than that.  Her eyes were drawn to his lips, and she thought about the kiss they'd shared.  It had only been one, but she wanted more.
    "How are you going to get your things to Montana?" Mrs. Blyton asked suddenly.  "I never even thought of that." 
    Savannah forced her eyes off of her new husband's lips, blushing slightly.  She leaned into him as she focused on her mother again.  "I sold most of my furniture and boxed up everything else.  Dr. Simpson arranged for everything to be shipped to Scott's house."  It seemed odd to know his name after almost a month of knowing she'd be getting married but having no idea who she would marry.  "It will be shipped tonight.  She told me she didn't want me to feel like I had to marry him, because he was in possession of all my worldly belongings."
    Scott grinned at that.  "And would you have felt that way?"
    Savannah looked up at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement.  "No, I really don't think I would have."
    "Good."  He sighed.  "We have a flight to catch."  It was getting late.
    "Today?" Savannah asked with surprise.  Somehow she'd thought they'd spend their wedding night there in New York.
    He nodded.  "We have a few minutes, but then we need to head to the airport."
    Mrs. Blyton looked at Savannah.  "We need to get you changed."
    Scott frowned.  "How long will that take?  We need to be at the airport in forty-five minutes."
    Savannah's eyes widened.  "We need to leave then.  My bag is in the bride's room."  She rushed to get her bag, finding him right behind her.               
    He snagged it and gripped her hand.  "Do you mind flying in your dress?"
    Savannah looked down at her wedding dress and shrugged.  "I don't have much choice."  She rushed back into the church's fellowship hall and hugged her mother tightly.  "I'll call you tomorrow so you know he didn't murder me in my sleep."
    Scott overheard Savannah and laughed softly.  Lachele had picked well. He needed more humor in his life.  Who didn't?
    He took her hand and they hurried out of the church together.  "Is your best man not coming with us?" she asked.  When she'd met Jake earlier, they'd said he lived very close to Scott, and they'd flown out together. 
    Scott held his hand up to hail a taxi.  He knew they must look a sight standing in the middle of a busy Manhattan street in their wedding clothes.  "He's going to do a bit of research and fly back tomorrow."
    A taxi stopped in front of them and Scott got into the back, scooting to the other side.  Savannah got in beside him, closing the door.  Once he'd given the driver their destination, she asked, "Research?"
    "Oh, he's a science fiction writer.  He never goes anywhere without hitting the biggest library he can find."
    "He's going to love the Manhattan library."
    "We drove past it on the way to the church.  He told me he was extending his stay."  He shook his head.  "Honestly, I think the only reason he agreed to be my best man was he'd heard about the Manhattan library.  Seeing it?  I really thought the man was going to start drooling and jabbering like an idiot on the spot."
    Savannah smiled, leaning her head back against the seat.