Helen Brenna by First Come Twins

Author:First Come Twins [Twins, First Come]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

MARTY ANDBRITTANY’S WEDDINGday had dawned with stormy gray skies and rain falling in sheets. Hours later, though, a brisk Lake Superior wind had blown away most of the clouds and the sky remained, if not clear, at least dry. By the time the ceremony rolled around that afternoon the wind had died down, giving way to oppressive humidity.

Noah sat in the back pew of the white church on the hill and tried to force out the quiet conversations going on around him as the guests waited on the ceremony. He wasn’t having much luck. His thoughts were scattered, his attention unfocused.

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He’d always hated weddings. Well, not always. He’d only hated every wedding he’d been to since Isaac had married Sophie.

“My heavens, it’s hot in this church,” Mrs. Stotz said. She was Herman’s, the assistant police chief’s, wife and Noah could remember when the young couple had first moved to the island. He’d thought they were both crazy, couldn’t figure out why anyone would ever have wanted to move to Mirabelle.

“It’s a wedding day,” Mrs. Gilbert, who owned one of the quaint bed-and-breakfasts, returned. “What did you expect?”

“Sunshine, clear blue skies and a nice, cool breeze.”

“In your dreams.”

Noah glanced to his right and saw Kurt, dressed in a black tux, standing in the entryway, waiting. Then Sophie came into his line of sight and wrapped her hand around Kurt’s arm. She wore a midnight-blue dress in some slinky fabric with thin shoulder straps and an angled skirt that came up above her knee on one side and draped past her ankles on the other. Although she was wearing more makeup today than usual, her look wasn’t overdone.

She smiled at Noah before Kurt escorted her to the front pew, and his thoughts focused on the conversation they’d had last night. She’d lost a husband, her children’s father, and still Sophie had claimed that Noah leaving the island had been the hardest thing she’d ever gone through. How could he have meant more to her than Isaac? First, that kiss in her office, then feeling her under him last night at the beach. She’d brought it all back to him, the longings he’d thought buried years ago.

Now this wedding.Dammit . After he’d left Sophie on Mirabelle, he’d accepted his life would be nomadic. One country, one tent, one bunkhouse after the next. In an attempt to give himself some semblance of roots, he’d bought the house outside Providence in Rhode Island. Though he hadn’t spent much time there through the years, being on the ocean reminded him a little of Mirabelle, only with a warmer climate and a lot more people and activities.

“It’s too bad Marty couldn’t have married Dan Newman’s daughter, Marissa.”

“Did they date in high school?”

“All four years. They were cute together.”

“Does anyone from Mirabelle ever marry someone else from Mirabelle?”

“No.”

“Never?”

“Practically never.”

“What about Sophie and Isaac Bennett?”

Noah wished they’d shut up.

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“Don’t you remember the scuttlebutt? They got married at the courthouse in Washburn.

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