One Bride for Five Mountain Men

In any case, it did not take Rory long to find out the number to the band’s office from their official website. The phone went on hold after four rings and a voice message started playing. A voice message from Mickey telling all callers to follow him on Instagram. What a shallow guy, Rory thought.

A suave-sounding woman answered after a few moments.

“Sorry for putting you on hold. How can I help you?”

“Hi. I am a friend of Don’s and…” Suddenly, Rory was lost for words. What should I say? I am trying to find a naive young girl who is infatuated with Mickey Nicks?

“And?” the voice on the other end of the phone said in an impatient tone.

“I am looking for a way to get in touch with him.”

“And this would be regarding…?” It was all business.

“It’s a matter of a personal nature,” Rory replied.

“I need more information than that,” the woman on the phone demanded. Rory paused to think over her words.

“This is regarding their stay in Montcove.” Rory hoped that if she mentioned that, then the woman would be satisfied.

“And what about it? Are you a vendor who wants to submit an invoice?” the woman asked.

“Yes,” she lied. “It’s something like that.”

“Okay, ma’am. I need more details before I pass you on. What was the nature of the service you provided?”

I sheltered his damn guitar player and stopped a media scandal.

“I’d rather speak to Don about it.”

“Again, ma’am. I need more details about what you want.” The woman on the phone was irritated and Rory could sense that.

“I need to ask Don… about locating someone. A friend of mine is with him—I mean, with the band. Er…” Rory was fumbling her words.

“Okay. First, you claim to be his friend then you claim to be a vendor and now you want to find someone. Exactly what is going on here?”

“I told you, it’s a matter of a rather personal nature,” Rory replied, half-pleading.

“And I’m sure that you are nothing but a fan who either wants free tickets or just wants to meet the band. It’s not like this is the first time we have received a call like this,” the woman snapped.

“No, it’s nothing like that!”

“We’re very busy. Please stop wasting our time.”

Before Rory could say anything else the woman had hung up.

Goddammit!

Rory knew that LA could be a ruthless town, but this level of crudeness?

In my town, they pretend to be my friend. When they need me to save their ass from the cops, they act nice. Now that I need their help, they’ve gone AWOL. Typical LA.

Trusting any of them had been a mistake. Even Arsen or Don, the only two guys who had seemed respectful and genuine. How wrong I was. These people treat others as objects to be used. Rory was furious and wanted to smack someone.

Her biggest worry was Mickey Nicks. With every minute that passed by, the thoughts in her head about him leading Lizzy down a dark path worsened. A naive, impressionable girl like Lizzy could be talked into doing almost anything, and Mickey was the guy who would do just that, if only for his

own amusement.

All he cares about is how cool people think he is and how many damn Instagram followers he has. Rory wanted to punch a wall, break things, and yell at the world to stop being so upside down. She wanted to slap Lizzy for being so stupid.