Unexpectedly in Love by Debbie Macomber

Author:Debbie Macomber
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MIRA Books
Published: 1993-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Savannah hadn’t forgotten about her date with Nash. She’d thought of little else in the preceding days, wondering if she should put any credence in his asking. One thing she knew about Nash Davenport—he wasn’t the type to suggest something he didn’t want.

“I had the deli pack us dinner,” he told her. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“I am,” she said, wiping the last tears from her face. Nash was studying her with undisguised curiosity and she was grateful he didn’t press her for details. She wouldn’t have known how to explain, wouldn’t have found the words to tell him about the sadness and guilt she felt.

“Where are we going?” she asked, locking the shop. If ever there was a time she needed to get away, to abandon her woes and have fun, it was now.

“Lake Sammamish.”

The large lake east of Lake Washington was a well-known and well-loved picnic area. Savannah had been there several times over the years, mostly in the autumn, when she went to admire the spectacular display of fall color. She enjoyed walking along the shore and feeding the ducks.

“I brought a change of clothes,” she said. “It’ll only take me a minute to get out of this suit.”

“Don’t rush. We aren’t in any hurry.”

Savannah moved into the dressing room and replaced her business outfit with jeans and a large sweatshirt with Einstein’s image. She’d purchased it earlier in the week with this outing in mind. When she returned, she discovered Nash examining a silk wedding dress adorned with a pearl yoke. She smiled to herself, remembering the first time he’d entered her shop and the way he’d avoided getting close to anything that hinted of romance. He’d come a long way in the past few months, further than he realized, much further than she’d expected.

“This gown arrived from New York this afternoon. It’s lovely, isn’t it?”

She thought he’d shrug and back away, embarrassed that she’d commented on his noticing something as symbolic of love as a wedding dress.

“It’s beautiful. Did one of your clients order it?”

“No. It’s from a designer I’ve worked with in the past and I fell in love with it myself. I do that every once in a while—order a dress that appeals to me personally. Generally they sell, and if they don’t, there’s always the possibility of renting it out.”

“Not this one,” he said in a voice so low, she had to strain to hear him. He seemed mesmerized by the dress.

“Why not?” she asked.

“This is the type of wedding gown…” He hesitated.

“Yes?” she prompted.

“When a man sees the woman he loves wearing this dress, he’ll cherish the memory forever.”

Savannah couldn’t believe what she was hearing. This was Nash? The man who’d ranted and raved that love was a wasted emotion? The man who claimed marriage was for the deluded?

“That’s so romantic,” Savannah murmured. “If you don’t object, I’d like to advertise it that way.”

Nash’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “You want to use that in an ad?”

“If you don’t mind.

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