His Wedding. Muriel Jensen

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      “I understand that. But I’d like to stay in business, and that won’t happen with customers being ignored. I’ll talk to him. Then if he doesn’t shape up, I’ll fire him.”

      She nodded approval. “Very fair. Well, now that I’ve argued with you, fallen in the inlet, had coffee, made a sale for you and acted as Joe Fanelli’s union advisor, my work here is done. Can I have a plastic bag for my wet clothes?”

      He reached under the counter for one and handed it to her. “I’ll close up for a few minutes and drive you home.”

      “No!” She put a hand to his chest. His heartbeat reacted to her touch. She must have felt it, because she dropped her hand immediately, then cleared her throat. “I’m perfectly capable of riding the Vespa home.”

      “Not a good idea after your dunking,” he said, moving her aside when she stood in his path. “And I appreciate your lending a hand when I got busy. Thank you.” He went to the door, changed the Will Be Back sign to read In Fifteen Minutes, then ushered her out ahead of him and locked the door.

      “This is silly!” she argued, hurrying to keep up with him as he steered the Vespa toward his truck, then lifted it into the back.

      “I…” she started to say, but he opened the passenger door and lifted her into the truck.

      She growled and she pulled out the seat belt.

      “As a general rule,” he said, before closing her door, “socially correct women never growl. You might bear that in mind.”

      He had her home in five minutes, unloaded the Vespa and placed it for her in a corner of the garage. Behind her at a small distance, the beautiful yellow-and-white mansion that was her family’s home was perched on a knoll, with a view of the vast lawn and the apple orchard. The house had a central cupola and porches at the front and back that exemplified the cozy style at the heart of everything Abbott. Janet seemed to fit in well.

      The construction going on at the west end of the house reminded Brian again of the potential for scandal in his very name. His father had almost destroyed Chloe’s addition. She’d wanted to enlarge the sun porch on the first level, add a room for Brian on the second level so that he could stay with them during holidays and other family occasions and expand the third floor so that when Sawyer and Sophie were married, there would be lots of room for her three children. Now Sawyer and Sophie were living at Sophie’s place, nearer the hospital where she was a nurse, but Chloe had visions of having the entire family together in Shepherd’s Knoll for holidays and long, lazy weekends, even though they all lived nearby.

      His father had cruelly, vengefully set fire to the addition though it was obvious that both China and Chloe’s wheelchair-bound Tante Bijou were inside. The building had gone up quickly, and had it not been for China’s courage and quick thinking, and the fact that Campbell and Winfield, who handled the estate’s security, had arrived home at the right moment, both women might be dead. He shuddered at the thought.

      “Thank you,” Janet said. “Can you come over tomorrow?”

      He had to pull himself out of his grim thoughts. Had he really agreed to be in this wedding? “Ah…why?”

      “Because Abbott’s West is sending someone from the men’s department to measure all of you for tuxes.” Abbott’s West was the retail flagship store in Manhattan.

      He groaned. Yes, he had agreed. He’d done it for Janet, as much as for the family.

      She widened her eyes at him teasingly. “If it’s socially incorrect for women to growl, are socially correct men allowed to groan?”

      She made him smile, but it seemed wisest not to answer. He knew this was going to get worse before it got better. “What time tomorrow?”

      “Ten. And you’d better go easy on Joe Fanelli. You’re going to need him a lot between now and the wedding.” She patted his shoulder. “Thanks for the cookie and the coffee.”

      He sighed and smiled. “I don’t regret that. But I’m starting to wonder if fishing you out of the water was the wisest thing I could have done.”

      “I guess only time will tell. See you tomorrow.”

      She headed for the house. He climbed into the truck to spare himself the view of her neat little backside as she walked away.

      But there it was, beautifully framed in his rearview mirror.

      Chapter Three

      Janet congratulated herself on having handled the best-man issue well. Except for the falling-into-the-water part.

      “You made him change his mind?” China asked in pleased surprise as Janet walked through the kitchen, heading for the stairs. China, in grubby jeans and shirt, looked as though she’d just come from the orchard, where she’d been working with Campbell since she’d arrived.

      Janet and China were both average height and slender, with dark hair and eyes. But China had long hair, while Janet favored a short style that required a minimum of care. Cheerful smiles and carefully tended good looks lent them a similarity in appearance that had made it easy for them to pass as natural sisters. But close friends of Bob and Peggy Grant of Paloma, California, their adoptive parents, knew the girls had come to their home separately.

      China’s eyes went over Janet’s shorts, T-shirt and lank hair. “How did your hair get wet? And you bought a new outfit?”

      Janet explained about her impromptu dip, then the discussion that followed over coffee and cookies. She left out her insistence that she needed Brian’s help to negotiate the murky waters of social correctness.

      China took her arm as they went up the stairs. “He thought we’d be upset if the papers brought up his past?” she asked, incredulous as Janet explained his reluctance to be in the wedding. “It isn’t his fault. And Susannah’s part of this family’s past whether Brian’s involved or not.”

      “I know. But he cares a lot about the family, and doesn’t want you to suffer or be embarrassed on his account.”

      “Wait till I get a hold of him,” China threatened.

      “Easy,” Janet cautioned. “He’s doing what you asked. I wouldn’t scold him if I were you.”

      “True. But make sure Campbell doesn’t hear that reason.”

      “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

      China stopped her at the top of the stairs. “Jan, thanks for doing this. Are you all right? I can’t believe you fell in the water!”

      Janet had been hoping her sister would focus more on her heroic accomplishment of getting Brian to agree, rather than her klutzy backward step.

      “I’m fine,” she assured her. “And Brian’s going to be here at ten tomorrow morning for the tux fittings.”

      China gave her a quick hug. “You are a genius!”

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