(Horse Doctor Adventures: Book 3)
I felt my phone vibrating. It was daylight, and I was still in bed. Who would call me? Oh, my head. Hello. My name is Maggie Kincaid, and I am a once-a-year alcoholic. I blame my family. The rehearsal dinner was a grog-fest in the true Australian tradition. Before I returned to my cabin, my children all high-fived one another on a successful “piss-up.” Yep, it was the traditional alcoholic-fueled orgy that my Australian-born kids expected.
I reached for the phone and dropped it twice before I answered it. I didn’t have my reading glasses, and considering my condition, I wasn’t sure the glasses would help, anyway. “Hello? Not sure who you are, but it’d better be good.”
“It’s your soon-to-be husband. Where are the rings, darlin’?”
“In the safe, where you put them. Collie, what are you doing up so early?”
“Are you serious? You realize I’m cooking breakfast for about thirty people?”
