Matching Mr. Right (Rocky Mountain Matchmaker Series Book 1) Read Online Free

universe. That Chester dude’s fun. I like him.”
    Emily’s face brightened. “Me too!”
    “You sure you’re feeling okay?” He pulled into a parking space.
    “Yup.” Emily whipped off her seatbelt and opened the door.
    Nick helped her out and then held her hand as they crossed the parking lot. Emily’s pace was especially pokey, so he scooped her up into his arms. “Come on, lead feet. Let’s get us a Chester book.”
    When Emily tucked her head under his chin and closed her eyes, it confirmed it. The kid was sick. He turned back toward the car. “Maybe we’d better get that book some other time. When you’re feeling better.”
    Emily’s little head popped up and she wailed, “Noooo! I have to get the new Chester book! Pleeeease Uncle Nick?”
    “Okay, pipe down. So here’s what we’ll do. Pick up the book, get it signed, then get right back out. No messing around. Deal?” He held out his fist for a knuckle bump.
    Emily’s face lit up a fraction as she fist-bumped him. “Deal.”
    After he left his sister a voice mail telling her Em was sick and asking if he should take her to the doctor, Nick opened the door to the tiny bookstore.
    It was crowded and smelled of leather and dust.
    He withheld a curse at the long line ahead of them. Em was miserable. They needed to get the book as quick as possible. Craning his neck, he counted fifteen adults with at least one kid in tow waiting for an autograph.
    He needed a plan.
    When he spotted a harried looking mother with three kids, he considered playing on her maternal sympathies to get Emily a better place in line. But then he found their fast-track ticket.
      She was tall, blonde, dressed in designer clothes, talking on the phone, and ignoring her kid. Even better, her left hand, the one that held the phone, didn’t sport a wedding ring.
    Nick slid past the others in line and moved beside her. “Hi.”
    She glanced up, smiled, then hung up without saying goodbye. “Hello.” She glanced at his left hand splayed on Emily’s back, the one he’d purposely left there to display his own lack of wedding ring. “I’m Judith. And you are?”
    “Nick. And this is my niece, Emily.” He accepted Judith’s outstretched hand and shook it. Her hand was much larger and cooler than Shelby’s dainty one he’d held the day before. “I’ve got a problem. Em here’s not feeling so good. I don’t know if she’ll be able to wait out this long line.”
    Right on cue, Emily whimpered, “I can’t go until I get the new Chester book.” Em was good. He had to give it to her. They made a great team.
    Judith glanced down at the kid beside her. “I’m sure Samantha wouldn’t mind letting you cut in front of us. Especially if Emily isn’t feeling well.”
    The little girl, a miniature version of her mother in designer clothes, frowned. “Yes, I would. We’ve been waiting—”
    Judith nudged the kid with her elbow. “It’ll be fine. So, Nick.” She eyed his suit. “What kind of job allows you time to play hooky with your niece?”
    He figured he’d only have to keep up the small talk for about ten more minutes, and then they could get the heck out. Emily fell sound asleep and drooled on his shoulder as he talked with Miss Designer Shoes. When he glanced ahead to check their progress, his gaze landed on Shelby.
    She was author of the Chester books?
    By day she helped people find love, and by night she wrote kids’ books? Something about that seemed a little . . . strange. But intriguing.
    He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since he left her a few hours before. Too bad she was the white-picket-fence, kids-and-a-dog type, or he’d be tempted to tear up his contract and ask her out for real. But then his grandmother’s dying words, begging him to save Lori’s business, shut down that thought.
    Shelby glanced up and saw him, then her forehead crumpled in confusion. He lifted his hand in greeting.
    She sent him a deep frown before turning her