My Fair Fortune. Nancy Thompson RobardsЧитать онлайн книгу.

      This book is dedicated to all the Fortune fans and to Susan and Marcia for making it happen.

      Contents

       Cover

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Extract

       Copyright

Chapter One

      February

      “Brides or grooms?” the tall, handsome guy asked.

      He had a British accent.

      Caitlyn Moore had locked eyes with the tall hunk of gorgeousness only a moment before he’d moved across the room to stand next to her. The accent was the icing on top of an already delicious-looking bit of eye candy.

      Too bad eye candy wasn’t on her diet.

      “I beg your pardon?” she said.

      “Are you here in support of a friend or relative of one of the brides or one of the grooms? Or, perhaps, you’re acquainted with all of them?”

      When he’d said all of them, he wasn’t kidding. There were four of each—this was the soon-to-be-famous Grand Fortune wedding—and Caitlyn didn’t know a single one of them personally. From what she’d heard, the Fortunes always did everything in a big way.

      “None of the above,” she said.

      “So you’re a wedding crasher, then?” Twin dimples winked at her when he smiled.

      “No, of course not.”

      Dressed in an expensive-looking dark suit and crisp white shirt, the Brit had a cocksure James Bond air about him. He probably didn’t have to work very hard at getting women to engage. Still, Caitlyn didn’t feel like explaining that she hated weddings and wouldn’t be here unless it was absolutely necessary. She’d come in place of her parents, who had received the invitation to Horseback Hollow’s social event of the decade...in a town this small, it might even be the wedding of the century.

      Tonight not one, but four Fortunes had gotten married on their parents’ sprawling ranch. They’d exchanged vows on a huge outdoor stage that had been constructed for the ceremony. She’d overheard someone talking about how the large red barn on the property had been renovated especially for tonight’s reception. The place looked like a magical wonderland lit by thousands of candles and twinkle lights. There were so many flowers she shuddered to think of the bottom line on the florist’s bill. It might even surpass the catering bill for the sumptuous-looking buffet dinner, which she was going to miss because her objective was to sign the guest book and leave. No one would miss her if she left a little early, especially since she was there on a mission that might best be described as keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer.

      In this case, the Fortunes—all fifty jillion of them—were the enemy.

      It still baffled her that the Fortunes, who had gone to such lengths to get the locals all riled up, making everyone believe that her family’s venture, Cowboy Country USA, a Western-themed amusement park, was the root of all evil and would