Summer Wedding Bells: Marriage Wanted / Lone Star Lovin'. Debbie Macomber

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       Make time for friends. Make time for

       Debbie Macomber

       CEDAR COVE

      16 Lighthouse Road

      204 Rosewood Lane

      311 Pelican Court

      44 Cranberry Point

      50 Harbor Street

      6 Rainier Drive

      74 Seaside Avenue

      8 Sandpiper Way

      92 Pacific Boulevard

      1022 Evergreen Place

      1105 Yakima Street

      A Merry Little Christmas

      (featuring

       1225 Christmas Tree Lane

      and 5-B Poppy Lane)

       BLOSSOM STREET

      The Shop on Blossom Street

      A Good Yarn

      Susannah’s Garden

      (previously published as

       Old Boyfriends)

      Back on Blossom Street

      (previously published as

       Wednesdays at Four)

      Twenty Wishes

      Summer on Blossom Street

      Hannah’s List

      A Turn in the Road

      Thursdays at Eight

      Christmas in Seattle

      Falling for Christmas

      Angels at Christmas

      A Mother’s Gift

      A Mother’s Wish

      Happy Mother’ s Day

      Be My Valentine

       THE MANNINGS

      The Manning Sisters

      The Manning Brides

      The Manning Grooms

      Summer in Orchard Valley

       THE DAKOTAS

      Dakota Born

      Dakota Home

      Always Dakota

      The Farmer Takes a Wife

      (Exclusive short story)

      Summer

      Wedding Bells

      Marriage Wanted

      Lone Star Lovin’

       Debbie Macomber

      featuring Marriage Wanted and Lone Star Lovin’

       www.mirabooks.co.uk

      To Randall Toye

      who has supported and encouraged me for twenty-eight wonderful years

       One

      Savannah Charles watched the young woman wandering around her bridal shop, checking prices and looking more discouraged by the moment. Her shoulders slumped and she bit her lip when she read the tag on the wedding gown she’d selected. She had excellent taste, Savannah noticed; the ivory silk-taffeta dress was one of her own favorites. A pattern of lace and pearls swirled up the puffed sleeves and bodice.

      “Can I help you?” Savannah asked, moving toward her. Startled, the woman turned. “I…It doesn’t look like it. This dress is almost twice as much as my budget for the whole wedding. Are you Savannah?”

      “Yes.”

      She smiled shyly. “Missy Gilbert told me about you. She said you’re wonderful to work with and that you might be able to give Kurt and me some guidance. I’m Susan Davenport.” She held out her hand and Savannah shook it, liking the girl immediately.

      “When’s your wedding?”

      “In six weeks. Kurt and I are paying for it ourselves. His two younger brothers are still in college and his parents haven’t got much to spare.” Amusement turned up the corners of her mouth as she added, “Kurt’s dad claims he’s becoming poor by degrees.”

      Savannah smiled back. “What about your family?”

      “There’s only my brother and me. He’s fifteen years older and, well…it isn’t that he doesn’t like Kurt. Because once you meet Kurt, it’s impossible not to love him. He’s kind and generous and interesting.…”

      Savannah was touched by Susan’s eagerness to tell her about the man she wanted to marry.

      “But Nash—my brother—doesn’t believe in marriage,” the young woman went on to explain. “He’s an attorney and he’s worked on so many divorce cases over the years that he simply doesn’t believe in it anymore. It doesn’t help that he’s divorced himself, although that was years and years ago.”

      “What’s your budget?” Savannah asked. She’d planned weddings that went into six figures, but she was equally adept at finding reasonable alternatives. She walked back to her desk, limping on her right foot. It ached more this afternoon than usual. It always did when the humidity was this high.

      Susan told her the figure she and Kurt had managed to set aside and Savannah frowned. It wasn’t much, but she could work with it. She turned around and caught Susan staring at her. Savannah was accustomed to that kind of reaction to her limp, the result of a childhood accident. She generally wore pants, which disguised the scars and disfigurement, but her limp was always noticeable, and more so when she was tired. Until they knew her better, it seemed to disconcert people. Generally she ignored their hesitation and continued, hoping that her own СКАЧАТЬ