Summer Wedding Bells: Marriage Wanted / Lone Star Lovin'. Debbie Macomber
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clasped his hands behind his back. “I would if we were on speaking terms.”
How he knew his sister was working with her, Savannah hadn’t a clue. She didn’t even want to know.
“So,” he said conversationally, “exactly what do you do here?”
“I’m a wedding coordinator.”
“Wedding coordinator,” he repeated, sounding genuinely curious. He nodded for her to continue.
“Basically I organize the wedding for the bride and her family so they’re free to enjoy this all-important day.”
“I see,” he said. “You’re the one who makes sure the flowers arrive at the church on time?”
“Something like that.” His version oversimplified her role, but she didn’t think he’d appreciate a detailed job description. After all, he wasn’t interested in her, but in what he could learn about his sister and Kurt’s plans.
He wandered about the shop some more, careful not to come into contact with any of the displays she’d so carefully arranged. He strolled past a lace-covered table with an elegant heart-shaped guest book and plumed pen as if he were walking past a nest of vipers. Savannah couldn’t help being amused.
“Susan hasn’t got the money for a wedding,” he announced. “At least, not one fancy enough to hire a coordinator.”
“Again, this is something you need to discuss with your sister.”
He didn’t like her answer; that much was obvious from the way his mouth thinned and the irritation she saw in his eyes. They were the same intense blue as his sister’s, but that was where the resemblance ended. Susan’s eyes revealed her love and enthusiasm for life. Nash’s revealed his disenchantment and skepticism. She finished up the last of her paperwork, ignoring him as much as she could.
“You’re a babe in the woods, aren’t you?”
“I beg your pardon?” Savannah said, looking up.
“You actually believe all this…absurdity?”
“I certainly don’t think of love and commitment as absurd, if that’s what you mean, Mr. Davenport.”
“Call me Nash.”
“All right,” she agreed reluctantly. In a few minutes she was going to show him the door. He hadn’t bothered to disguise the purpose of his visit. He was trying to pump her for information and hadn’t figured out yet that she refused to be placed in the middle between him and his sister.
“Did you ever stop to realize that over fifty percent of the couples who marry in this day and age end up divorcing?”
“I know the statistics.”
He walked purposely toward her as if approaching a judge’s bench, intent on proving his point. “Love is a lame excuse for marriage.”
Since he was going to make it impossible for her to concentrate, she sat back on her stool and folded her arms. “What do you suggest couples do then, Mr. Davenport? Just live together?”
“Nash,” he reminded her irritably. “And, yes, living together makes a lot more sense. If a man and woman are so hot for each other, I don’t see any reason to muddy the relationship with legalities when a weekend in bed would simplify everything.”
Savannah resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Rejecting marriage made as much sense to her as pushing a car over a cliff because the fender was dented. Instead she asked, “Is this what you want Susan and Kurt to do? Live together indefinitely? Without commitment?”
That gave him pause. Apparently it was perfectly fine for other couples to do that, but when it came to his little sister, he hesitated. “Yes,” he finally said. “Until this infatuation passes.”
“What about children?”
“Susan’s little more than a child herself,” he argued, although she was twenty-four—and in Savannah’s estimation a mature twenty-four. “If she’s smart, she’ll avoid adding to her mistakes,” he said stiffly.
“What about someone other than your sister?” she demanded, annoyed with herself for allowing him to draw her into this pointless discussion. “Are you suggesting our society should do away with family?”
“A wedding ring doesn’t make a family,” he returned just as heatedly.
Savannah sighed deeply. “I think it’s best for us to agree to disagree,” she said, feeling a bit sad. It was unrealistic to think she’d say anything that would change his mind. Susan was determined to marry Kurt, with or without his approval, but she loved her brother, too. That was what made this situation so difficult.
“Love is a lame excuse to mess up one’s life,” he said, clenching his fists at his side with impotent anger. “A lame excuse.”
At his third use of the word lame, Savannah inwardly flinched. Because she was sitting behind her desk, he didn’t realize she was “lame.”
“Marriage is an expensive trap that destroys a man’s soul,” Nash went on to say, ignoring her. “I see the results of it each and every day. Just this afternoon, I was in court for a settlement hearing that was so nasty the judge had to pull both attorneys into chambers. Do you really believe I want my little sister involved in something like that?”
“Your sister is a grown woman, Mr. Davenport. She’s old enough to make her own decisions.”
“Mistakes, you mean.”
Savannah sensed his frustration, but arguing with him would do no good at all. “Susan’s in love. You should know by now that she’s determined to marry Kurt.”
“In love. Excuses don’t get much worse than that.”
Savannah had had enough. She stood and realized for the first time how tall Nash actually was. He loomed head and shoulders over her five-foot-three-inch frame. Standing next to him she felt small and insignificant. For all their differences, Savannah could appreciate his concerns. Nash loved his sister; otherwise he wouldn’t have gone to such effort to find out her plans.
“It’s been interesting,” Nash said, waiting for her to walk around her desk and join him. Savannah did, limping as she went. She was halfway across the room before she saw that he wasn’t following her. Half turning around, she noticed that he was looking at her leg, his features marked by regret.
“I didn’t mean to be rude,” he said, and she couldn’t doubt his sincerity. What surprised her was his sensitivity. She might have judged this man too harshly. His attitude had irritated her, but she’d also been entertained by him—and by the vigor of their argument.
“You didn’t know.” She finished her trek to the door, again surprised to realize he hadn’t followed her. “It’s well past my closing time,” she said meaningfully.
“Of course.” His steps were crisp and uniform as he marched across her shop, stopping abruptly when he reached her. A frown wrinkled his brow as he stared at her again.
“What’s wrong?”
He laughed shortly. “I’m trying to figure something out.”
“If it has to do with Susan and Kurt—”
“It doesn’t,” he cut in. “It has to do with you.” An odd smile lifted his mouth. “I like you. You’re impertinent, sassy and stubborn.”
“Oh, really!” She might have been offended if she hadn’t been struggling so hard not to laugh.
“Really.”
“You’re tactless, irritating and overpowering,” she responded.
His grin was transformed into a full-blown smile. “You’re right. It’s a shame, though.”
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