Groom On The Loose. Christine Scott

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       Prologue

      “Dr. Lawton. How may I help you?”

      The deep baritone sent a chill traveling down Cassie Andrews’s spine—a chill as sharp as the frosty November wind whipping against her apartment window. Her grip tightened reflexively around the telephone receiver.

      “Uh, Greg. This is Cassie.” Her chest tightened, the words catching in her throat. She swallowed hard, giving herself a moment to calm her frazzled nerves. A hopeless feat, she realized. In all her life, she’d never been faced with a more daunting task.

      “Cassie?” He sounded surprised and, she had to admit, none too pleased.

      She didn’t blame him. She and Greg Lawton weren’t exactly friends. Sparring partners would be a more apt description of their relationship. They weren’t in the habit of making social calls.

      “Do you have a minute, Greg? There’s something I need to discuss with you.”

      A slight pause. She could almost hear him grimacing across the phone line. “I’m late for rounds at the hospital. Make it quick.”

      Greg was a pediatrician. A very noble profession, indeed. But that hardly gave him license for rudeness. Cassie narrowed her blue eyes. A scathing retort lay on the tip of her tongue. Until she remembered the reason for her call.

      “This won’t take long,” she said, forcing an even tone. “It’s about Niki.”

      “Niki? What about Niki?” His tone shifted, becoming suddenly alert. “Is something wrong? Is she all right?”

      Cassie closed her eyes against the concern shadowing his voice. Niki Adams was Cassie’s best friend. She was also Greg’s former fiancée. Obviously, she was a woman he still cared about a great deal. Telling him the news was going to be like yanking his heart out and stepping on it.

      “Niki’s fine. Just fine,” she said, struggling to find the right words. There were none, she decided. Cassie gave a silent moan of frustration. How do you tell a man that the woman he intended to marry has just eloped with someone else?

      “Look, Greg. The thing is…Niki’s married.”

      Dead silence greeted her announcement. Then, finally, “What did you say?”

      The hollow, empty sound of his voice sent an arrow of regret to her heart. For hours she had debated the wisdom of calling Greg with the news of Niki’s elopement, knowing it would be a shock. Especially coming from her, someone he disliked with a vengeance. In the end she’d decided it best that Greg find out from someone he knew, rather than from the gossips on the street of their hometown of Webster Groves, Missouri. Now she wasn’t so sure.

      She drew in a breath of courage. “Niki married Jack Sinclair yesterday in Chicago.”

      The silence was palpable.

      “Greg, I’m sorry.”

      “Are you really?”

      She blinked at his angry tone. “Of course I am. I know how painful this must be. I feel terrible—”

      “So terrible that you couldn’t wait to call me with the news.” His bitter laugh sent warning signals tripping through her mind. “Admit it, Cassie, you called just to rub it in.”

      “Rub it in?” Her spine stiffened as anger kicked in. “Now look, Lawton. I called out of the goodness of my heart as a favor—”

      “A favor?” His voice thundered over the phone line. “If this is your idea of a favor, Cassie, I’d hate to be around when you’re feeling vindictive.”

      “Vindictive?” She gasped, outraged. “I don’t have a vindictive bone in my body.”

      “Right. And I suppose you want me to believe you weren’t turning handsprings when Niki decided to break off our engagement.”

      Her fingers ached from the death grip she had on the phone. “Niki’s my friend,” she said primly. “I support any decision she makes.”

      “Just like you supported her during our engagement.”

      Heat flushed her face, a reaction she attributed to anger, not guilt. Back off, the little voice of reason warned her. Now wasn’t the time for an argument with Greg. He was in a highly emotional state. And, to be truthful, the state of her own emotions wasn’t very predictable, either. It wouldn’t take much to set off a shouting match.

      She’d accomplished what she’d set out to do. She’d told Greg of Niki’s elopement. It was time to say her goodbyes and hang up the phone with her pride and her tempter intact.

      The words sounded good. The advice logical. Only, emotion overrode her common sense. Greg Lawton was so annoying she just couldn’t allow him the last word.

      “I encouraged Niki to follow her heart. I can’t help it if Niki’s heart wanted Jack Sinclair and not you.”

      Cassie bit her lip, wishing she could take back the hurtful words as soon as she spoke them. She didn’t know what it was about Greg Lawton, but for some reason he’d always had a knack for bringing out the worst in her.

      “Look, Cassie. The next time you get the urge to do me any more favors…don’t.”

      A sharp click sounded, followed closely by the buzz of a disconnected phone line.

      Cassie yanked the receiver from her ear. She stared at the hissing mouthpiece, unable to believe what had just happened. The nerve of the man! In an undeserved show of friendship, she had called Greg to break the news of his ex-fiancée’s elopement. And the ungrateful cad had the gall to hang up on her.

      “That does it,” she announced to the empty living room, slamming the phone back onto its cradle. She narrowed her eyes. “That’s the last time I’ll ever do another favor for Greg Lawton.”

      * * *

      Greg hung up the phone, clinging to the remnants of anger as though it were a lifeline. Better to feel anger, he told himself, than to let any other emotion inside…like pain.

      Niki was married? To Jack Sinclair?

      Jack Sinclair of all people, a man Greg had always considered a lifetime rival. And so soon after Niki had ended their own engagement. Greg tightened his fingers into white-knuckled fists of frustration. How would he ever live down the humiliation?

      But then again, he’d spent most of his growing years trying to live down one of life’s humiliations or another.

      Bitterness threatened to usurp his anger. Greg surged to his feet, his desk chair spinning out behind him. He strode to the window, lifted the slats of the miniblinds and stared out of his office at the view overlooking the tree-lined streets of Webster Groves.

      Denuded of their leaves, the trees looked stark, barren, like his heart. He’d lived in Webster Groves all his life. A stone’s throw from the city limits of St. Louis, it had the feel of a small town, yet all the conveniences СКАЧАТЬ