The Accidental Mrs. Mackenzie Read Online Free

an hour from the city. Instead they passed even the well-known northern resorts—Snowbasin, Powder Mountain, Nordic Valley—as they continued driving.
    She hadn’t expected to see the rush of Logan River and the mountain streams. or to experience sensory overload from more colors than she believed existed in even the most daring artist’s imagination. It was a true feast for the senses.
    Baffled, Brynn could only take in the scenery as she tried to guess where in the world they were going. Vaguely she knew that Sun Valley was to the north in Idaho, and wondered if that was their ultimate destination.
    Heather and Andy had kept up a steady stream of conversation, each positioned on either side of her.
    Bossy continued adding more than his two cents’ worth—Brynn figured he was up to at least a ten-dollar bill by now. She couldn’t help wondering what the MacKenzies thought of her bird’s salty language. But they seldom stopped talking, all wanting to tell her about Gregory, the family, the resort, and just about anything else that popped into their minds.
    Used to a quiet, solitary life, Brynn was fairly overwhelmed by it all, but found herself charmed rather than annoyed. She was touched that they were so eager to include her. She couldn’t help but wonder if these bizarre circumstances would bring her and Gregory together at last.
    Gregory would be thin when he came back after his ordeal, realizing that life was shorter than he’d ever imagined. Realizing that it wouldn’t be complete without the woman he loved by his side. Realizing that Brynn was that woman—not some shallow socialite, but a genuine woman; one who appreciated the sensitive side he kept hidden. One who—
    “Brynn. Brynn,” Heather repeated. “We’re here. This is the road that leads to our place.”
    Jerked back to reality, Brynn stared ahead at the road that appeared to climb the mountain. Swallowing, she gulped back her apprehension and smiled at the girl. “I can’t wait to see everything.”
    The road, a daunting course of switchbacks, wound upward, but Brynn found herself nearly hanging out the window in anticipation rather than fear. As Ruth navigated the turns, it was clear she’d had a great deal of experience driving the challenging road.
    “Do tourists ever get intimidated by the approach?” Brynn finally asked, staring downward at a steep canyon drop-off.
    Miranda chuckled. “Most of our guests prefer to take the shuttle. There’s not much need for a rental car when you spend all your time on the slopes in the winter, or hiking in the off-season.”
    Brynn listened as she watched the panorama unfold. Each bend took them to more brilliant foliage, more exquisite views. When the bus cornered one particularly narrow bit of road, the vista that suddenly opened up was so incredible, Brynn blinked to see if it was real. While she was well acquainted with the eye-popping scenery throughout the state, this particular view looked as through it stretched out endlessly. “It must be wonderful to see this every day,” she breathed, caught up in the wonder.
    Frank chuckled. “I’ll be glad to hear you say that in the winter when we’re under a ton of snow.”
    Winter! Surely they didn’t think she was staying until then. She only planned to stay a few days at the most.
    But the road was leading to a wide-open space. An exquisitely carved sign indicated the resort entrance. Everyone in the van began talking at the same time and Brynn wondered how any of them could follow what was being said. She couldn’t have wedged in a protest with an industrial-strength shoehorn.
    The bus bumped over a bit of rough road, then sped on toward the sprawling lodge that dominated the mountaintop. Brynn was briefly reminded of the mystical headquarters of the gods, looming over the rest of the world. Was this Zeus’s second home?
    Tall spruce towered over the imposing redwood-and-stone structure, making it, too, look as though it had been lifted