Flower Girl Bride by Dana Corbit

Author:Dana Corbit
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2007-04-07T16:00:00+00:00

“Cassie dear, we’re so glad you could make it to services,” Yvonne Sheridan told me as she gripped my hand between both of hers.

I’d barely made it out of my pew before she’d hurried over to me. “Did you see anyone you recognized?”

I chuckled at that. “About everyone looked familiar.”

“Including Reverend Lewis?”

“Him most of all, but I kept wanting to peek behind the lectern to see if he was barefoot beneath his pastor’s robe.”

Yvonne’s musical laughter filtered through the tiny sanctuary. “I assure you he wore shoes. He has a preference for wingtips.”

As her son and grandson had followed me out of the pew and were standing next to me now, she stopped to greet both of them with kisses before turning back to me.

“So how did you happen to end up at Lakeside on this fine June morning?”

“Sam invited me.”

Yvonne reached down and ruffled her grandson’s hair. “Well, aren’t you just a one-boy outreach program.”

Luke leaned toward me and said conspiratorially, “Missionary and a demolition expert. What a combination.”

Yvonne lifted a delicate brow in her son’s direction, but he waved away her curiosity with a brush of his hand.

“You had to be there.”

She nodded but wore the strange expression of someone trying not to smile. “So what do the three of you have planned today?” The grin did appear this time.

“Hadn’t made any.” Luke was regarding his mother with a cautious look.

“That’s good. Neither have we.”

Immediately, Luke’s hand went up as if to ward off his mother’s newest scheme, but Yvonne only laughed.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I wasn’t going to suggest an all-day board game marathon or anything.”

Luke visibly relaxed, and I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

“It’s such a lovely day that I thought Marcus and I could have a picnic with our grandson.”

“A picnic!” Sam said it as though it might well be the first picnic in the history of civilization. “Can I go, Daddy?”

“I suppose.”

“I’m going to go tell Papa,” Sam said before hurrying out to the vestibule.

When he was gone, Luke turned his suspicious gaze back on his mother.

“What?” she asked innocently.

“Mother, what do you have up your sleeve now?”

“Nothing.” She even looked offended. “I just thought it might also be a good day for you and Cassie to take Jack and Eleanor’s boat out on the lake. The water’s supposed to be really calm this afternoon. Waves are only one to three feet.”

Luke nodded, not giving away anything he was thinking. This felt like a big dose of déjà vu, and the first match-up scene and rejection had been enough of a humiliation for one lifetime. I would have preferred to avoid seconds.

“No small-craft warnings?” he asked.

Small-craft warnings? Somehow I managed not to ask it out loud, but nothing could have prevented me from turning my head to look at him. Luke, though, kept his focus on his mother.

“Not unless something has changed since before Sunday school,” she said.

“How big’s the boat?”

“Just a twenty-four-footer. Big enough for an afternoon on the water but too small for travel.

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