Lone Star Kind Of Man. Peggy MorelandЧитать онлайн книгу.
away. You’d still find an excuse not to come. Some big real estate deal pending. A client from out of town you had to entertain. A remodeling on one of your rental properties that you had to personally oversee. We aren’t accepting any excuses this time, are we, Leighanna?”
“Nope,” Leighanna confirmed in a no-nonsense tone. “You’re serving as our maid of honor and that’s that.”
“It’s going to be a small wedding,” Mary Claire explained, before Reggie could start offering excuses. “Weather permitting, we’re having it in Harley’s backyard. We’ve just finished remodeling the house, but a garden wedding has such an appeal. We’re only inviting a few friends from Temptation and, of course, Harley’s children will be there.”
Tears burned behind Reggie’s eyes. Harley’s children ? Tommy and Jenny? How many years had it been since she had seen them? They’d be almost grown now. Would they remember their Aunt Regan?
“You don’t even have to shop for a dress,” Mary Claire assured her, unaware of Reggie’s state of distress. “You can wear that darling blue silk sheath with the matching jacket that you wore to the Chamber of Commerce banquet in the spring. It’ll be perfect with the color theme we’ve chosen. And you’ll adore the best man,” she added. “He’s a doll. I think I’ve mentioned him to you before. Cody Fipes? He’s the sheriff of Temptation and a good friend of both Harley and Hank.”
Cody? Pain, red-hot and searing, burned its way through Reggie’s heart at the mention of his name and she had to press her fingers to her lips to stifle the sob that rose to her throat. She could see him still in the hayloft that night so many years ago when she had thrown herself at him, begging him to run away with her and marry her. He’d held her tight in his arms, offering her comfort as he had so many times in the past... then had broken her heart by steadfastly pushing her to arm’s length and telling her that he couldn’t marry her. Another year, he’d told her, and she’d be able to make the decision to leave without running, without tying herself to a man who had nothing to offer her.
There was a moment of silence while Reggie struggled to choke back the tears, the memories, the regrets.
“Please say you’ll come, Reggie,” Leighanna begged. “It would mean so much to me. To both of us.”
Reggie gulped back tears, knowing that if she ever gave in to the emotion she might never stop crying. Her heart warred with the secret she’d harbored for so long and the longing to be a part of her friends’ wedding and their lives. If she agreed, her secret would be out and she would have to face them all. Harley, Tommy, Jenny...Cody. If she refused, she would disappoint Mary Claire and Leighanna, and ultimately lose two friends whom she held dear.
“I can’t,” she finally managed to choke out “I’m sorry, but I just can’t.”
The road to Temptation stretched before Reggie like a ribbon of silver in the bright sunshine. She drove with her hands cinched tight around the steering wheel of her Lexus, praying with each passing mile that her arrival wouldn’t ruin what should otherwise be the happiest day in her friends’ lives.
The decision to attend the wedding hadn’t been an easy one, in fact she’d vacillated almost daily. She’d carefully weighed the pros and cons, just as she did every decision she made. The pros were obvious: continued friendship with two dear friends and, she hoped, the renewal of a family relationship she’d turned her back on ten years before. The cons were just as obvious and a whole lot more daunting: having Harley call her Regan and expose her secret, subjecting herself to possible rejection and public humiliation, seeing again the man who had rejected her, the man she’d never been able to forget.
In the end, cowardice had given way to duty and love and she’d decided to take her chances, telling no one of her plans, hoping that the element of surprise would work in her favor.
As she drove through Temptation, she kept her gaze focused on the road ahead, denying herself even a glance at Carter’s Mercantile, Will Miller’s barbershop or any of the other landmarks that remained from her childhood. There would be time enough for a nostalgic tour later, she promised herself. But for now she had to reach Harley’s ranch where the weddings were to take place.
She had timed her arrival carefully, waiting until the very last minute to appear, hoping to avoid seeing anyone other than Leighanna and Mary Claire before the actual wedding took place. With her hands damp on the wheel of her car, she turned onto the drive, parked behind the other cars and trucks already there and climbed out, pausing only long enough to listen.
The murmur of voices and soft strains of music came from the backyard, and she knew, as she’d prayed, that everyone was already gathered there, waiting for the ceremony to begin. With her heart pounding in her chest, she hurried to the front door. Taking a deep breath, she stepped across the threshold of her childhood home.
Once inside, she closed her eyes, fighting back the ghosts that rushed at her, then opened them to look at the room where her family had once known such happy times... before tragedy had struck, robbing her of her mother and stepfather, before Harley had brought home his bride, Susan.
She steeled herself against the hate that flooded her. She wouldn’t think about Susan now. Wouldn’t think of the cruel things she’d said and done. She wouldn’t think of how miserable Susan had made her life, until Reggie had finally run just to escape the torment.
She was here for a wedding, she reminded herself. A celebration of life and love. She wouldn’t think about the past. Only the present.
Certain that the brides would be in the master bedroom, waiting to make their entrance, she slipped down the hall. She found them, just as she’d expected, in the room once shared by her mother and stepfather. The sight of the two of them brought tears to her eyes.
Wearing an ivory suit, Mary Claire sat in front of a cheval mirror. Leighanna, dressed in soft pale blue, stood behind her, struggling to pin Mary Claire’s veil into place.
“For heaven’s sake, Mary Claire!” Leighanna fussed. “Be still or I’ll never get this on straight.”
“I am sitting still,” Mary Claire snapped impatiently. “It’s your fault the dang thing’s crooked. Your hands are shaking like a leaf.”
In spite of her own nerves, Reggie bit back a smile. “Here, let me,” she offered from the doorway. “After all, that is one of the duties of the maid of honor, isn’t it?”
Both women whirled, mouths gaped wide at the sound of Reggie’s voice.
“Reggie!” they both cried and bolted for her.
The three met in the middle of the room, gathering each other in a tearful hug. Mary Claire was the first to pull away. “I knew you would come! I just knew it!”
Leighanna sniffed, dabbing at tears with one hand, but refusing to let go of Reggie with the other. “She’s lying,” she said, casting a disdainful look Mary Claire’s way. “She’s been crying for hours, cursing you because you refused to come.”
Mary Claire’s chin came up. “Oh, and what were you doing?”
“The same,” Leighanna replied without batting an eye. “But at least I’m not too proud to admit it.”
“Girls, girls,” Reggie admonished, laughing. “This is no time for squabbling. This is your wedding day!” Giving Leighanna’s hand a squeeze, she took the pins from her, then guided Mary Claire back to the chair. “Now let’s get this veil in place before y’all start pulling out each other’s hair and there’s nothing left to anchor it to.”
At that moment, the door flew open and Mary Claire’s daughter Stephie burst into the room, her crown of spring flowers slightly askew. “Mama, hurry up! The preacher said it’s time.” She stopped short when she saw Reggie.
“Reggie!” she squealed and threw herself at Reggie, wrapping her arms around her waist. “You came!”
Laughing,