Texas Weddings 3 & 4 by Thompson Janice

Author:Thompson, Janice [Thompson, Janice]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Anthologies
ISBN: 9781597898461
Publisher: Barbour Books
Published: 2007-08-31T16:00:00+00:00

one

Kellie Fisher pulled the keys from her purse and sprinted across the parking garage in search of her new sports car. “I was on level two.” She looked around, confused. “Right? Or was that yesterday?” Her days, filled from morning to night with work, all seemed to run together into a dizzying haze. She could hardly remember her own name, let alone where she had parked the car.

She glanced at her watch and groaned. 6:47 P.M. In exactly thirteen minutes, in a beautiful downtown hotel ballroom, her husband would be honored for his work at Siefert and Collins, one of the busiest oil and gas accounting firms in the state of Texas. He would deliver a speech that she had helped him craft. And she would miss it, if even the slightest thing went wrong. Finding the car was critical to her survival.

She took the elevator to the next level and located the vehicle at once. The beautiful silver sports car gleamed—a gem among the oceans of cars in the parking garage. Still, it was little consolation for her tardiness. “Please Lord,” she prayed aloud as she climbed inside, “Please don’t let there be any traffic. Just this once.”

The new car started with ease and Kellie eased her way through the traffic in the parking garage, fingers gripping the steering wheel. As she pulled out onto Westheimer, one of Houston’s busiest streets, a sea of cars greeted her. Horns honked. Drivers shouted. An officer, face etched with frustration, directed traffic at the corner.

Kellie slapped herself in the head. “Not tonight. I can’t be late. I just can’t.” If she missed even a minute of tonight’s event, she would have a hard time forgiving herself. I can’t let Nathan down. I just can’t.

Then again, maybe she could use this time wisely. Kellie glanced in the rearview mirror and groaned. Her short blonde hair needed a good brushing and her cheeks, usually tanned and healthy, looked as if they hadn’t seen the light of day in months. I’ll have to get to the tanning salon. Soon. In the meantime, a little blush would have to do.

She stuck her hand in her purse and fished around for the tiny hairbrush. Once found, she pulled it out and ran it through her hair. She opened a tiny silver compact and swept soft rosy blush along each cheekbone. “There. Much better.”

A whistle blew several times and Kellie realized she’d been holding up traffic. She groaned and shot forward a few short feet, waving her apology at the police officer.

“It’s not like we’re really making progress,” she grumbled. And it’s not like I’m going to get there by seven, either.

In the three years since she and Nathan had been married, Kellie rarely made it to an event on time. Her reputation for being fashionably late irritated Nathan, but what could she do about it? Since taking on the job at Walsh and Weston, Houston’s largest full-service brokerage firm, she scarcely had time to breathe, let alone eat or spend quality time with her husband.

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