Chapter 2
What was it with weddings?
Natalya lay in the dark and wondered how the hell she’d ended up here. For there was no question where “here” was—not with Cal’s arm draped lazily across her in the monstrous California King bed.
She’d never actually done this at a wedding: jumped into bed with a groomsman. Once or twice with a wedding guest, but only when he’d been particularly charming.
Cal hadn’t been charming, he’d been…Cal. They’d danced, shared a beer, danced some more. They’d switched off with Greg and Jessica once and Harry and Becky another time—the five-four of Becky with six-four of Cal had their whole group laughing.
Much to Natalya’s surprise, Tiffany had taken a turn with Cal as well. She was an odd, quiet woman who had hacked a farm out of the Coast Range forest a mi
