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If I'd been better at my time management, A Warehouse Eureka Wedding would be a story on my finished list, and this chapter would have been uploaded by now. But adding this story is my Christmas present to you and I'll be updating this little piece of holiday fun periodically throughout the month.
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Claudia Donovan-Fargo tapped her foot impatiently. "Come on, come on, comeon! We're going to be late!"
HG, who was standing next to the girl, consulted her pocket watch. "No we're not, darling. We still have an hour or so to check into the resort."
"But Doug's already inside!" Claudia whined, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. "Where are the guys?"
"They were right behind us when we left the airport." Myka spoke up. "And that was 1O minutes ago so-"
Claudia gasped. "Is that them?"
An identical rental car pulled into the lot, and Steve stumble out of the passenger's seat a few seconds later. "Artie-is-never-driving-again," Steve groaned, and Pete and Artie got out of the car too.
"My driving is perfectly fine," Artie grumbled, but both he and Pete looked a little green after the 1O minute drive.
Claudia, meanwhile, was still bouncing up and down. "Can we get the bags and go inside now? Puh-lease?!"
"Claud, relax," Pete moved around to the back of the woman's car to start unloading their suitcases from their trunk. He handed HG the antique carrier she insisted on bringing, Myka her purple suitcase, and then Claudia her neon green duffle bag. Steve started to pull the boy's plain black suitcases when Claudia sighed. "Hurry up, Steve!"
"Relax, Claudia," Myka repeated Pete's earlier words. She wrapped her arm around the younger girl's shoulders. "Your husband won't disappear if we wait a few minutes to go inside."
"But its cold," Claudia pointed out.
"We are in British Columbia," Steve said. "We're at a ski resort. It's supposedto be cold."
Claudia sighed again, but kept her mouth shut as the group of 6 started up the long path to the ski resort.
"Do you think they're here yet?" Douglass Fargo asked.
Jack Carter sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Fargo, I'm not psychic. I don't know if they're here yet. That's the ninth time you've asked and we are nothitting double digits. Comprende?"
"Comprendo." Fargo answered, his shoulders slumping. About 3O seconds later, the doors opened and he perked up again. "Is that them?
Jack groaned, and looked up to see two somewhat familiar women with dark hair entering through the doors, carrying their bags. "That's not Clau-"
"Myka!" Fargo scrambled off the couch and ran to meet the two women.
"Myka?" Jack echoed, but he got off the couch as he realized that he recognized them from the wedding. The second he got off the couch, the girl with the bright red hair walked through the doors.
"Dougie!" Claudia squealed, throwing her bag behind her for Steve to catch before she propelled herself towards her husband, jumping up and wrapping her arms firmly around his neck.
"You're here." Doug smiled, wrapping his arms around Claudia's waist and kissing the side of her head.
"Missed you, Dougie." Claudia whispered. "Oh, Dougie I missed you a lot!" She moved her head and pressed a kiss to his lips.
"We have six days here," he whispered to her ear. "And we're not going to waste a single second."
"Deal," she whispered back, sealing her statement with a firm kiss onto his lips.
Pete reached around the embraced couple as Jack joined the small gathering as the rest of the warehouse crew filled into the lodge. "Hey man," Pete offered his hand to Jack who accepted and shook it firmly.
"Nice to see you guys again," Jack shook Artie's hand, and then Steve's. "I'm looking forward to the rest of the week."
"Me too," Steve agreed. "It will be quite a week."