The Bridal Swap. Karen Kirst

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СКАЧАТЬ averted, Nicole toyed with her teacup. Megan met his gaze head-on.

      “It’s not a secret, of course. It’s just that, well, Juliana wanted to tell you herself. No doubt it’s in your letter.” To Kate, she explained, “Juliana is our eldest sister. She was married last month and now lives with her husband, Evan Harrison, in Cades Cove. She and Josh were best friends.”

      Gulping the last of his coffee, Josh set the cup down with a thud. “Are you two going straight home after this?”

      “Yes.”

      “Would you mind walking Kate home?”

      “Not at all.”

      Grabbing his hat, he looked at her. “Is that okay with you?”

      “Certainly.”

      Standing, he slipped Megan a banknote. “This will take care of the bill and tip.”

      “Josh—”

      He silenced his cousin with a look.

      The three sat without speaking as they watched him leave. As her seat was facing the window, she could see him striding purposefully down the street. He was obviously distraught by this sudden news. Her heart went out to him.

      “Kate, did your sister call off the wedding?” Megan’s troubled countenance revealed how deeply she cared about her cousin.

      “Yes. In fact, she has already married someone else.”

      Kate cringed at Nicole’s shocked gasp. Megan’s eyes glistened with unshed tears.

      “He must be heartbroken,” she whispered. “He was already sad about Juliana’s leaving.”

      “She and Josh were practically joined at the hip.”

      “He lost his best friend,” Megan confirmed. “And now his bride …”

      Lounging on a sun-warmed rock, Josh stared unseeing at the water coursing past. The fish weren’t biting today.

      He’d been in his workshop since leaving the café, working most of the day to finish Mr. Wilcox’s dining table. His hands ached from the amount of sanding and polishing he’d done, but it was a small inconvenience. The table was finished. The money he’d get from it would bring him one step closer to his dream.

      If someone else didn’t beat him to the punch, that is.

      A twig snapped. Josh whipped around, his hand going to the pistol in his holster. Spying Kate, he relaxed.

      She’d abandoned her stiff jacket and wore only a long-sleeved, ruffled black blouse with her deep purple skirts. Slung over her shoulder were an odd-shaped bag and a leather strap attached to a square box. With the other hand, she carried a tripod stand.

      Her porcelain skin was flushed pink. Chocolate curls had escaped confinement to brush against her cheeks. It was obvious she hadn’t seen him. Her gaze scanned the woods, occasionally dropping to the ground as she maneuvered fallen logs and uneven terrain.

      “Kate.”

      Her hand went to her throat. “You startled me!”

      “Sorry.” Standing, he removed his hat. “Do you need help?”

      “I can manage.” Changing direction, she headed his way.

      He met her halfway and took the tripod.

      With careful movements, she set the box and bag on the leaf-strewn ground.

      She held out her hands for the tripod.

      “I’m sorry about earlier,” he said. “I shouldn’t have left.”

      “I survived,” she huffed. “Although you could’ve warned me about Nicole’s propensity to talk endlessly of fashion.” If it weren’t for the teasing light dancing in her eyes, he would’ve thought she was serious.

      Again, her reaction was unexpected. Francesca would’ve pouted over such carelessness on his part, no matter that he was upset, trying to absorb one change after another.

      “It’s a topic of great interest to her, I’m afraid.” He sighed, a hint of answering humor in his voice. “She drove you to distraction, I take it?”

      “Not at all! I like Megan and Nicole very much. They are nicely mannered young ladies.”

      “Glad to hear it. I’m rather fond of them myself.”

      “The sisters you never had?”

      “Living next door to each other, we were practically raised as one big family. They do like to accuse me of assuming the role of protective older brother.”

      “You were upset earlier. Is everything okay with the one who moved away?”

      “Juliana’s fine.” He slipped his hands into his pockets. “Better than fine, actually. Ecstatic. I’m thrilled for her. It’s just that so much has changed the past few weeks.”

      Her expression turned pensive. “Yes, I can imagine it’s a lot to take in.”

      Certain she was thinking of his canceled wedding and not at all interested in going down that path, he resumed his post and picked up his rod.

      Indicating his empty pail, he said, “I was hoping to have trout for supper, but so far the fish aren’t obliging.”

      A ghost of a smile gracing her mouth, she surveyed the pebble-strewn stream and dense forest spreading out around them. It was quiet here. Restful. Nothing but the trickle of water and the rustle of leaves overhead.

      “There’s something magical about this place,” she said, her voice hushed. “It’s so beautiful it almost defies description.”

      With the onset of fall, the leaves were already beginning to thin out. “You should see it in spring and summer. The greenery is so thick you feel like you’re the only creature for miles around, save the birds and squirrels.”

      Her gaze settled on his. “I’d like that.”

      He hadn’t meant it as an invitation. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her. Kate seemed nice enough. But she didn’t fit in here. And although the physical similarity wasn’t there, in his mind he’d never be able to separate her from Francesca and her heartless betrayal.

      He pointed to the box. “What do you have there?”

      “My camera.”

      Crouching down, she flipped open the lid and lifted it out. Made of polished cherrywood with brass fittings, black accordion-like material in between the two ends, it appeared to be an expensive piece of equipment. “Would you mind if I took a photograph of you?”

      “What? Now?” He wasn’t primped and primed for a portrait. Far from it.

      “Yes, now.” She stood. “Not every photo СКАЧАТЬ