I Do, I Do . . . Again by Bretton Barbara

Author:Bretton, Barbara [Bretton, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance
Published: 2012-03-06T22:00:00+00:00

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A half hour later Robert pulled into the driveway and stopped the car. Why he'd found it necessary to explore every side road between the restaurant and home was beyond her. She'd forgotten how stubborn men could be about admitting they were lost. He'd turned a five minute drive into an excursion. "You get the sheet music," he said, an odd smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I want to check the oil."

"Check the oil?" She felt his forehead. "You must be running a fever. I haven't seen you check the oil since you were in high school."

"Just get the sheet music," he said, leaning over and opening up the passenger car.

Strange, she thought, glancing about as she walked up the path to the front door. Usually she had to step over a tangle of bicycles and assorted toys, but today the yard was immaculately neat. Michael must be spending the afternoon with his pal Seth, turning the Petersons' front yard into an outlet of Toys R Us.

She let herself in the front door with the key Robert had given her the night they became engaged. "Jessi! Are you home? I--"

"Surprise!!"

She stopped dead in the doorway and stared at the crowd of happy, smiling people adrift in a cloud of pastel balloons and crepe paper. "I can't believe it," she said, starting to laugh. "A shower! You're giving me a bridal shower!" She heard the merry beep of the horn as Robert beat a rapid retreat to higher ground.

Marcy, her youngest sister, stepped forward. She was dressed like Ginger Spice. "Welcome back to the 1990s," she said, patting her mall hair. "You cheated us out of all the fun last time, but this time you're not going to escape. We're going to give you the shower of your teenage dreams!"

That was putting it mildly. From the "wishing well" covered in white tissue paper to the organdy lace umbrella fastened to the back of the bride's "throne," her family and friends had managed to recreate every bridal shower Sunny had attended in the last fifteen years. Even the presents were a trip back in time: Tupperware lettuce savers, two toasters, one hand-crocheted toilet paper cover. The lacy lingerie, however, was timeless.

"Not the bonnet," she said, laughing as Olivia--the height of blue blooded propriety--sat on the floor attaching discarded ribbons and bows to a white paper plate.

"You know I'm a stickler for tradition," said Olivia, her eyes dancing with laughter.

Sunny turned to Jessi who was seated on the far end of the sofa, a stiff smile on her face.

"Did you ever think you'd see your elegant grandmother pinning ribbons to a plate?"

"No." One word. No expression. Dead end.

Sunny, however, was as stubborn as her future daughter. She rose from her throne and approached the girl. "I could use some help with all those presents," she said softly. "Maybe if you would sit next to me, we could--"

"I like it here," said Jessi.

Sunny reached out to touch the girl's shoulder then caught herself.

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