Read When We Kiss for Free Online Page A

hope so. The end of this first trimester can’t come fast enough!”
    Evan came over and put his arm around his wife’s waist. “Hey, Aubrey.” He looked somewhere past Aubrey’s head, which she was used to. He rarely made eye contact.
    â€œHi, Evan. When are you headed out on your South Pacific honeymoon?”
    â€œTomorrow. Did you hear we’re taking a private jet courtesy of a friend of Alaina’s?”
    Aubrey smiled at his excitement. Who wouldn’t want to travel via private jet for such a long trip? “I heard that. Sounds amazing. Let me know if you need a flight attendant.”
    â€œWill do.” He pressed a kiss to Alaina’s temple, and she smiled up at him.
    Their wedding might’ve been of the shotgun variety given Alaina’s pregnancy, but their love was palpable. Aubrey was certain they would’ve ended up together anyway. She glanced around at the other Archer couples.
    Sara, the youngest of the sextuplets, stood with her fiancé, Dylan Westcott. Aubrey had come to know Dylan very well, since he was the contractor for the monastery renovation project. They’d worked together on any number of issues, especially the zoning problems they were currently facing.
    Kyle, a world-class chef and once the black sheep of the family, was talking to his dad, Rob, while his fiancée, Maggie, a former therapist and now the groundskeeper and landscape architect for The Alex, was over with Tori and her husband, Sean. Tori was an architect who’d designed the entire renovation, as per Alex’s wishes, and had moved back to Ribbon Ridge as a result. She’d started her own architecture firm while Sean, a producer, ran a production company with Alaina.
    Finally, standing by the fireplace were Derek Sumner, the not-really-adopted adoptive brother the Archers had taken in when he was orphaned at seventeen, and his wife, Chloe, who was the art director for the Archer brewpubs. Derek was the most business-minded of the family and the chief financial officer of Archer Enterprises. Aubrey fully expected him to be the one to take over for Rob Archer when he retired.
    Actually, that wasn’t true. Liam was equally as business-minded. He ran a real-estate empire in Denver that should’ve put him squarely in the role of his father’s heir apparent, since Archer Enterprises was primarily a real-estate development company. The brewpub part of it was a relatively new division started by Rob, for whom brewing beer wasn’t just a job, it was a passion.
    As if summoned by her thoughts, Liam strolled in from the kitchen. His dark wavy hair was damp, suggesting he’d just come from the shower. That was not a vision she needed in her brain right now. Or ever, really.
    Could she excise him from her mind so easily? Just because she’d ended things didn’t mean she wouldn’t think of him, especially when he was in town. However, doing so was dangerous. If she thought too long or too hard, she might find herself going right back to that well.
    And she didn’t need that kind of turmoil.
    His gaze found hers, and she had her answer. No, she couldn’t get rid of him that simply, even after terminating their thing months ago. Not when he looked so impossibly gorgeous and a simple look turned her knees to jelly.
    She turned away from him and came face-to-face with Alaina’s assistant and best friend, Crystal Donovan. “Hi!” Crystal was friendly and hilarious. She possessed the Southern twang that sometimes crept into Alaina’s speech now and again. “How are you this morning?” She lowered her voice. “I’m a skosh hung over, I’m afraid, and I tried to be so good.”
    Aubrey smiled. “I was very good. I drank lots of water.” Otherwise she would’ve been in the same boat. She’d learned long ago that the Archers knew how to throw a good party—Archer beer, the best wines from the