She sighed. “Sure. There’s my mom and dad. My father is a doctor. Cardiology. My mother is a stay-at-home mom, even though I moved out when I went to college. Amy, my sister, is two years older than me and still lives with them. She’s marrying a guy from the country club. Michael. He’s an accountant. There’s Edward, my ex. Then friends of Amy and Michael I’m sure we’ll meet tonight for the coed bachelor/bachelorette party.”

“Miss Turnbuckle’s your great-aunt, so will she be coming to the wedding?”

She nodded, then tucked her hair behind her ear. I wanted to get my fingers tangled in those long tresses. Tug her head back and—

“On Sunday, yes. She’s my father’s aunt.”

“No others?” I wondered.

“There are a few more relatives coming. No one worth mentioning, although it is my plan after I drop off the cake that I have a drink in hand all the way until we leave on Sunday.”

“The wedding and reception is at a hotel?”

A beep came from her purse and she pulled out her cell, read a text and responded with a flurry of moving thumbs.

“Sorry, my sister. Yes, the hotel overlooks the ski resort. The view is pretty.”

“Not your type of thing?” I asked. If she was from Cutthroat and her daddy was a doctor, her family had some big bucks. The Manning family wasn’t hurting. Hell, I didn’t have to work at all, but then what would I do with myself? We just didn’t flaunt it. I had a feeling Astrid’s family might be the opposite.

“The last thing I want at my wedding is a big cake. Or it taking place in Cutthroat. In fact, I can’t really see it at all. What about you?”

“Me? Get married?” I laughed and kept my eyes on the road. “Huck will most likely be hitched before first frost.” Probably get Sarah pregnant by then, too. Claire wouldn’t stop talking about how Sarah was her new mommy and neither she nor Huck were telling her otherwise. Alice had been walking around in a cloud of happiness. “Sawyer by next summer, if he has his way.”

“You didn’t answer, you know,” she countered, then set her hand briefly on my upper arm. “Don’t panic. The secret word of the weekend is fake. I know you’re not my real boyfriend and I’m not planning on wrangling you into a relationship, let alone a marriage.”

“You don’t want true love?” I arched a brow in her direction.

She laughed. “Let’s have this talk after you meet my family.”

She didn’t want to get married because her family was most likely nuts. I didn’t want to get married because my parents had died. I still missed them. I didn’t even understand how Astrid could be so distant with hers.