Free Forever And A Day (Montana Brides, Book #7) by Leeanna Morgan

entranceway.”
    He didn’t know whether she was telling him where she slept in case she passed out or if she thought she’d be vomiting too much to make sense. Either way, he needed to move fast.
    Jordan opened the front door, thanking whoever had left it unlocked. They stumbled through the door, banging into a table in the entranceway.
    “Down that way.” Sarah stepped to the left and Jordan moved with her.
    “What’s going on down there?” Mac Andrews thumped down the staircase. “Is that you, Sarah?”
    Jordan stared at Mac’s bare chest and jeans. “Do you normally parade around the house half naked?”
    Mac jumped a mile. “Who the…? Jordan? What are you doing here?”
    “I need to lie down,” Sarah groaned.
    Mac moved quickly across the room. “What’s wrong?”
    Jordan kept moving. “She’s drunk.”
    “I am not.”
    He almost didn’t hear Sarah’s softly spoken words, but Mac did.
    “Drunk? Are you sure?” Mac pushed past Jordan and opened a door on their left. “This is Sarah’s room.”
    Jordan half carried her across to her bed and sat her on the edge of the mattress. Mac disappeared somewhere, so he helped Sarah take her shoes off. Before her second shoe hit the carpet she fell sideways, lying on the bed like a limp rag doll. He lifted her legs onto the bed, straightened her up as much as he could.
    Mac walked back into the room with a bucket and towels in his hands. “There’s a bucket beside your bed, Sarah.” That wasn’t all he had. He wiped Sarah’s face with a washcloth and she sighed.
    “Thanks.” She turned on her side, smiling into her pillow.
    Jordan stared at Mac. “A washcloth?”
    “You concerned you didn’t think of it?”
    “Of course not,” Jordan huffed. He pulled a blanket over Sarah, tucking it under the mattress in case she did something crazy, like fall out of bed. The washcloth in Mac’s hand might have been thoughtful. Even considerate. But that didn’t mean she was anything more than Mac’s housekeeper, bare chest or not.
    Mac stared at Jordan. “I thought you were over at Alex’s place? Sarah went into town ages ago. How did you find her?”
    Jordan pulled the curtains in Sarah’s room. He wasn’t going to tell Mac he’d been worried about her. He’d think Jordan had lost his marbles.
    “Emily sent Alex a picture from Charlie’s. He wanted me to check that everyone was okay.”
    “Last minute wedding nerves will do that to a guy.”
    “I wouldn’t know.” Jordan grabbed an extra pillow off Sarah’s bed and wedged it between her body and the mattress. At least she wouldn’t roll onto her back and choke.
    “She’ll be fine,” Mac said as he walked out of Sarah’s room. “If she needs anything during the night, I’ll be here to help.”
    “You think that makes me feel better?”
    “Depends on where those feelings might be running.”
    Jordan wiped his hand across his face. It was too late at night to discuss the finer points of a non-existent relationship. Especially when that conversation involved a woman who might be engaged.
    He needed to go home and get some sleep. If Sarah didn’t arrive to cook breakfast tomorrow morning, he’d be in charge. He wouldn’t be able to whip up any pancakes, but he could put cereal on the counter and bread in the toaster.
    “Let me know if you need anything,” Jordan said on his way out the front door. “If you see Sarah in the morning, ask her to call me if she can’t get across to make breakfast.”
    Mac looked at him oddly, then followed him out of the ranch house and down the porch steps. “She likes dancing. The old fashioned sort, like waltzes and foxtrots.”
    Jordan had been reaching for his keys. He stopped and tried to figure out where Mac was going. “You mean, Sarah?”
    “Yeah. I’ll let you work out the rest.”
    Jordan opened his door and leaned against the side of his truck. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a crazy cowboy?”
    “All the time.” Mac laughed and