An Unexpected Groom. Ruth Herne Logan

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      “Come this way.” Tara moved down the spacious entry hall. Daryl and Amy fell in behind Tara, and somehow Drew ended up alongside Kimberly. He turned her way as they walked and kept his voice low. “Who broke it off?”

      He did not just ask that, did he? As if it was his business? Because it wasn’t. Remembering the price tag on this gig and the cost of her father’s experimental treatment in Houston made her smile and play nice when she longed to tell Drew Slade to mind his own business. She couldn’t do that, so she shrugged lightly. “He did.”

      Drew studied her for long, thick seconds, long enough for her heart to do that step-toe dance again. Then he leaned closer. “He’s a moron, Kimber, but I might just send him a thank-you note.”

      Kimberly was pretty sure her breathing paused as their eyes met. “For?”

      He winked.

      Her heart stuttered, or was that her lungs? Maybe both, because Drew Slade had just flirted with her. Sure, he was just trying to ease an awkward moment, but that one brief exchange was enough to stir up those old schoolgirl feelings.

      But that was then and this was now, and a whole lot of ugly had passed under their respective bridges.

      Tara waited for them to catch up. “Exactly whose wedding are we planning?”

      “Shelby Vandeveld’s,” Kimberly replied.

      “That’s a name that raises the stakes somewhat, doesn’t it?” Tara moved toward the chapel area. “As you can see, we have adequate space and generous surroundings to host events up to three hundred people. But the core of our allure lies in the chapel, of course.”

      Daryl jotted notes as they walked.

      Drew didn’t. In contrast, he studied the venue from top to bottom as they toured the gracious old building. When Tara ended with the domed chapel, Drew paused just inside the door. “Stunning.”

      “One of the best kept secrets of the Finger Lakes,” Tara agreed.

      Drew shoulder-nudged Kimberly. “You’re brilliant.”

      “Save the praise until we mesh dates. I’m sure they have several fall retreats scheduled.”

      “We do, so let’s move to my office and see what we’ve got,” Tara suggested.

      They moved to the office, where Tara drew up an electronic calendar on her desktop. When Drew gave her the date, she shook her head quickly. “Not available for that weekend or the one before. We have a Sunday open the second week of October...”

      “Just Sunday?”

      She met Drew’s eye and nodded.

      “We need a seventy-two-hour clean date.”

      If asking for a three-day security window on popular venues mere weeks ahead of time surprised Tara, she covered it well. “Nothing in October.”

      Kimberly had expected that answer, so when Tara paged back to September, she was surprised.

      “We had a retreat cancellation,” Tara explained, and she tapped the calendar in front of her. “We actually have a four-day window in September as a result. Would your reception venue be available then?”

      Drew frowned. “Most likely not.” He scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “I should have anticipated Rick’s candidacy and been here at the first meeting between your mother and Shelby. The blame for this is coming straight to my door.”

      Kimberly looked at Tara. “How many people were supposed to be at the canceled retreat?”

      “Just shy of three hundred.” She studied Kimberly’s face and cringed as if reading her mind. “You know the rules, Kim.”

      “How many Indonesian missions is Holy Name Church supporting right now?”

      “Three.”

      “A price tag like this could double that option and fulfill a patriotic duty. If we don’t figure this out, I’ve got a very nice bride who’s being robbed of her wedding day because she had the nerve to fall in love at a politically incorrect time. Where’s Uncle Steve?”

      “He’s at the church food cupboard in Prattsburgh.”

      “Would he mind a visit?”

      “From you? Never. But don’t be disappointed if he has to say no.”

      “What are we asking him, exactly?” Drew faced the two women directly. “The lack of dates puts this out of the question, doesn’t it? Maybe we should consider just having the wedding, pictures and reception at the inn and be done with it.”

      “That’s a last-resort answer to an ongoing unresolved problem,” Kimberly chided him. “Let me go talk to Uncle Steve, and we’ll see if we can make this right.”

      “There’s nothing wrong with the inn plan, Kimber.”

      Drew leveled that stubborn cop gaze her way. Her heart wanted to step closer, smooth the irritation that creased his brow again, but her head kept her right where she belonged, four distinct feet away. “If what Shelby wanted was an everyday wedding, that’s what she would have planned and that would be fine. But a woman who chose rose gardens and a grotto with an amazing view of Canandaigua Lake probably was looking for a perfect fall setting to match the colors she’s picked for everything from flowers to linens to chair drapes. This won’t be exactly what she dreamed about, but it would be something special. Let me talk to Uncle Steve and see what he says.”

      “About?”

      “Maybe doing the whole thing right here.”

      That piqued his interest. Daryl’s, too. He looked intrigued and nodded. “That would solve a myriad of problems, pretty lady.”

      “But you said it was against the rules.” Drew included Tara in his statement, but Kimberly answered.

      “It is, technically, but there’s nothing holier than the blessing of matrimony. Uncle Steve’s got the final say, but this could work. Of course, we’d have to let the other venue know—”

      “No.”

      She turned toward Drew, surprised. “No? What do you mean?”

      “If this works out, if your uncle agrees, then we keep the other venue listed.”

      Daryl nodded again. “The perfect red herring.”

      “Yes. We’d pay them, of course, but losing the cost of that is worth the added security we’d get by bringing everyone into town four weeks earlier than we originally planned." He turned toward Tara. “How’s your security on that computer?”

      She raised a spiral-bound notebook and asked, “What computer?”

      He grinned, and when he did his face shed years of worry. “You’ve done this before.”

      “We’ve hosted some big names in СКАЧАТЬ