Chapter 11
Patrick still hadn’t found Lauren, but at least he’d found Nathan.
He’d been sitting in the lodge’s main room where the wedding would be held, since the weather outside kept getting worse.
It was a great, lofted space rising over two stories. It had towering windows at both ends, one facing the cabins and the Rockies, and the other facing the pasture and the Great Plains. Most of what was visible in that direction was Larson land—Julie’s family.
The massive stone fireplace had been lit.
Deep leather couches and chairs had all been turned until they were lined up like pews. The altar was a simple wooden arch. A pair of potted roses, which had been growing on the sunny southern porch until this latest storm, were still full of white and red blooms. The room was so big that th
