The Boss's Bride. Brenda Minton

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      A symbol of her own stubbornness. She’d had to fight for that ribbon, so she might as well keep it.

      “Are you okay?” Patrick stood next to her, his words quiet in his husky voice.

      “I’m good. A little nervous. But I can’t hide forever.”

      “Gracie, you’re going to have to face this.” Coraline edged close and gave the flowers a disgusted look. “What a mess. But you did the right thing. I don’t know why you did it, and that’s your business, but I never felt good about you marrying that young man.”

      Gracie kissed Miss Coraline’s cheek. “Thank you. I guess I didn’t, either.”

      “So now we face the fallout. Together.” Coraline linked her arm with Gracie’s. “You have us. And you have Patrick. And someday you’ll meet the man of your dreams and have a wonderful life.”

      “I think I’ll take a break from romance,” Gracie murmured, unable to look up for fear of seeing Patrick.

      “Are you okay?” Ann slipped close. “You look flushed.”

      “I’m good. I just need to get back to work and get past this.”

      Patrick glanced at his watch. “Time to open up.”

      “And face the music,” Coraline said with a bright smile.

      “I don’t think we want to talk about music,” Ann Mars whispered to her friend. “It might make her think of the wedding.”

      Gracie smiled as she followed Patrick into the main part of the store. When she saw the crowd at the doors, she faltered. She had expected people to be curious. She hadn’t expected a mob.

      “This is more than I expected. From the street it looked like a few people, not a crowd.”

      “They’ve been out there for an hour.” Patrick paused, looking from her to the door and back to her. Gracie wanted to sink into the floor. “You could take today off.”

      She shook her head. “No, I’m staying. If I don’t face it today, I’ll have to face it tomorrow or the next day.”

      Eventually she’d also have to face Trent and his parents. They’d called yesterday, but her dad had been firm, telling them they could wait a few days and then informing them that this big wedding had been their idea, not his and not Gracie’s, so the expense was theirs.

      Her dad hadn’t asked a lot of questions about why she’d left the church the way she had. He’d never been comfortable with father-daughter talks and had counted on ladies in town to take those discussions off his hands.

      She swallowed past the lump that settled in her throat as Patrick turned the dead bolt and opened the door. The crowd poured into the store, more interested in her than the great sale on power drills.

      Those drills were a really great buy.

      A young woman approached Gracie, elbowing people out of her way as she moved through the crowd towing two young children behind her. Gracie didn’t know her but the brunette smiled as if they’d been friends forever.

      “Can I help you?” Gracie cleared her throat to get the words out.

      “Yes, you can. I need to know how to fix a window that lets in cold air. I need help.”

      A window? Gracie hadn’t expected that. She breathed a sigh of relief and led the woman to the section of the store with sealants, window plastic and other do-it-yourself items.

      “Here we go. Is it just one window?”

      The woman looked around, glaring at customers who tried to get close enough to listen. “More than one. And I have to do this job myself. With two kids and a husband who decided he might as well be single, I’m on my own. Good for you, Gracie Wilson, for running before the wedding.”

      “Oh, I…” She didn’t know what to say.

      “It’s better to walk away from a wedding than walk away from a marriage.”

      “I see, well, yes.” Heat crawled up her cheeks. “Let’s see. Do you want the plastic? It’s easy to put it up. A few tacks, a hair dryer and you’ll save yourself a lot of money this winter.”

      “I think that’s perfect. Do you think I can put it up myself?”

      “I put it up every winter on our old farmhouse.”

      “That’s great.” The young woman gave her a hug and then hurried away with plastic and two children.

      Gracie started to turn but a woman grabbed her arm and gave her a big hug. Gracie squirmed away and saw that it was a friend she’d gone to school with.

      “Gracie, I don’t know what happened, but we’re behind you.”

      Gracie opened her mouth, but she couldn’t explain. It was private and it still hurt too much to think about. She wasn’t a hero. She wasn’t suddenly wild and crazy, breezing through life without thinking.

      “Is it because your boss is such a hunk?” Lacey Clark asked. Lacey ran a day care but she’d lost half her clients when Randall Manufacturing closed.

      She wondered if Mr. Randall hadn’t realized that closing his business would hurt more than just his own employees. The closing of Randall Manufacturing had affected the entire town. But some things couldn’t be helped, and Gracie knew that the economy had played a role in Mr. Randall’s decision.

      Gracie coughed and searched quickly to make sure Patrick hadn’t heard Lacey’s question. “No, of course not. Listen, Lacey, I’m really busy. Can I help you with something?”

      “Oh, yes, of course. I have these old cabinets that I want to spruce up.”

      “We have a textured spray paint that works great. Let me show you what I mean.”

      Lacey followed her to the paint section. “Can you show me how to use it? I can paint my nails, but anything more than that and I’m at a loss.”

      “Sure, I’ll get plywood and show you how it works.”

      “You’re a lifesaver, Gracie. And really, if I was you, I’d be head over heels in love with that Patrick Fogerty. If I had half a chance, I’d ask him over for dinner.”

      “Since you’re single, Lacey, maybe you should invite him to the church social next week. He’s a great guy. I can introduce you.”

      She looked around for her boss and saw him heading for the back room. If she didn’t know better, she would call it running. Surely he hadn’t heard her weak attempt to fix him up with Lacey?

      Patrick was a great guy and he deserved to marry someone nice, settle down in Bygones and raise a few kids. As for Gracie, she was done with everything white. It would be a long time before she СКАЧАТЬ