Have Husband, Need Honeymoon. Rita Herron
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lighten the air, the fresh flowers in the entryway, the potpourri in the crystal dish beside the display of bridal books. “I haven’t given him an answer yet.”
Hannah’s blond eyebrows rose. “But you’re considering his proposal?”
“I told him I needed time to think about it.”
Mimi nodded, her rosy lips pursed. “Not sure he’s the one?”
“Mimi!” Hannah chided.
“Well, he’s rushing it, isn’t he? You two have only been dating a couple of months,” Mimi said.
“This coming from you?” Alison asked dryly. “The woman who went from thinking Seth was boring to a torrid affair in a matter of hours?”
They both glanced at Mimi’s belly. Mimi grinned, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Okay, well, sometimes being in a hurry isn’t so bad.”
Hannah stood, shaking her head at Mimi. “Sorry, girls, I have to get back to the clinic.”
“And I have to meet Seth at the coffee shop. He’s bringing a group over for role playing in the Book Nook section.” Mimi struggled to pull her bulky weight up from the chair, accepting Hannah’s outstretched hand with a sigh. “I guess I could play a whale or an elephant if they need one.”
Alison chuckled. “Don’t be silly, you look great.”
“Yeah, you’re the prettiest whale we know,” Hannah said, patting Mimi’s back.
Mimi rolled her eyes and smiled. “Just wait, payback will be fun, sis.”
“Hannah, are you—”
“No,” Hannah said softly, a sheepish look on her face. “But someday. We’re having too much fun together right now.”
They all laughed, and Alison pointed to a large box in the corner. “I’d better get busy, too. I need to unpack that shipment before Vivica drops by to discuss her wedding.”
“Oh, by the way, how’s her brother, Brady?” Hannah asked. “He was in the Air Force, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You used to have a thing for him, didn’t you?” Mimi asked.
“That was a long time ago,” Alison said.
“Is he coming for Vivica’s wedding?” Hannah asked.
Alison shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Hannah’s beeper zinged and she checked the number. “Now I really have to go.” She tucked a strand of Alison’s hair behind her ear, her big sister role firmly in place. “Take your time thinking about the proposal, sis. I like Thomas a lot, but don’t let him push you into something you’re not ready for.”
“Yeah, he’s got to be the one that lights your fire and keeps it burning all night long,” Mimi added.
Would Thomas do that? Alison wondered. So far, she hadn’t felt that animal magnetism. When Hannah had first described him, she’d expected him to knock her socks off with sex appeal, but instead he’d sort of tickled her socked toes with his nice friendly smile. Still, their friendship would make for a good stable marriage, she rationalized. And she was ready to settle down.
Instantly Brady Broussard’s face rose in her mind. Her body automatically tingled, bittersweet memories assaulting her. The dates in high school. The prom. The night they’d secretly gotten married. Brady had certainly made her burn all night, like dancing the mambo instead of a waltz. And in spite of the immediate annulment her father had insisted upon, Brady had kept the embers hot for three years with his romantic letters and promises to return. But the fourth year he’d suddenly stopped writing, and it had been like cold water dousing the fire. He’d broken her heart so badly she’d thought she’d never recover.
Hannah smiled slyly. “This is one time I agree with Mimi. Friendship’s nice, but the sparks are important, too.”
“You two are so mushy about those husbands of yours it’s unbelievable.”
Alison hugged them both and tried to banish thoughts of Brady from her mind. Maybe Thomas would help her forget him. So what if fireworks didn’t explode when he kissed her? The pain wouldn’t be so bad if things didn’t work out. She’d only been thinking about Brady because she was coordinating his sister’s wedding. Not because she was still in love with the man.
No, Thomas was a great guy—fun, easygoing. And he and Vivica’s fiancé were best friends, so the four of them could double date.
“You don’t want to tell him yes, then run from the altar like Hannah did.” Mimi dragged Hannah toward the door. “Of course, I wouldn’t have a husband right now if Hannah hadn’t jilted Seth.” The girls laughed again and Alison waved them off.
A few minutes later, Alison stared at the contents of the crate, a mixture of awe and apprehension engulfing her. When she’d caught the bouquet at Mimi’s wedding, she’d whispered to her grandmother, telling her about Thomas’s proposal.
Now her hope chest had arrived.
Her Grammy Rose was probably already pruning the flowers around the gazebo for the wedding, and Alison hadn’t even accepted Thomas’s proposal!
She ran her hand over the hope chest, her heart fluttering. It was a beautiful, gold-embossed chest with intricate hearts carved on the outside, similar but slightly different in design from Hannah’s and Mimi’s. When Hannah and Mimi had received their chests, their lives had spun topsy-turvy out of control.
Alison’s fingers trembled as she unfastened the latch.
Would her life do the same?
BRADY BROUSSARD SETTLED into his assigned seat on Flight 1213, rubbed his throbbing leg and tried to straighten it in front of him in the narrow space, then punched his sister’s number on his cell phone while he waited for the other passengers to board. Vivica’s phone rang twice, then she answered in her normally cheerful voice.
“Vivica here.”
“Hey, sis, it’s me.”
“Brady! How are you feeling? Where are you? Are you on your way?”
“Whoa, slow down.” He chuckled, feeling his throat thicken with emotion. Thank God for Vivica; he hadn’t realized how much he needed her until now. And not just for the physical therapy she’d promised to help him with. “I’m okay. I made the flight to Washington. I’ll spend the night there, then fly home tomorrow.”
“Super! You’ll be here in time for the parade!”
Oh, hell. He’d been gone from Sugar Hill so long he’d forgotten about the big Fourth of July festivities. He didn’t want to disappoint Vivica, but he didn’t intend on joining the activities. Sugar Hill always celebrated with a parade, crafts for the kids, pony rides and fireworks.
Fireworks reminded him of Alison Hartwell and that incredibly erotic night by the lake. The last time he’d seen her. The one night she’d spent with him as his wife. No, he wasn’t up for a parade and a trip down memory lane. He was a different man now. “I’m not sure I’ll make it in time, sis.”
“Oh, Brady, please try—”
“Look, Vivi, I’m coming home to recuperate, not to socialize.” His hand automatically went to his pocket, where he still kept two of Alison’s letters.
She was the only woman he’d ever loved or wanted.
But he wasn’t the same man he’d been when he’d left Sugar Hill years ago. He never would be again.
“No, Brady, you look. All your old friends will want to see you. You haven’t been back since you joined the Air Force, and that’s been almost four years.”
“I know.” After his father’s death, he’d hated coming home. And Alison had