Country Bride

by Debbie Macomber

  Country Bride by Debbie Macomber

  Luke Rivers is a man of his word.

  He agrees to marry Kate Logan when she foolishly proposes to him—after one glass of champagne too many—at her former fiancé’s wedding reception. And Luke, stubborn rancher that he is, refuses to renege on his promise.

  Kate was devastated when the man she’d always loved married another woman, a newcomer to their Oregon town. But now, not only does Luke refuse to break their engagement, he insists that Kate doesn’t love Clay—she actually loves him!

  Woodrose Mountain by RaeAnne Thayne

  Brodie Thorne is a man who knows what he wants.

  And that’s Evie Blanchard, a physical therapist from LA who recently moved to Hope’s Crossing, Colorado. He wants her to work with his injured daughter, Taryn. A wealthy, self-made man, Brodie will do anything to get Taryn the rehab she needs—and that includes convincing the reluctant Evie to move in with them.

  Despite her vow to keep an emotional distance between them, Evie starts to fall for Brodie’s adorable little girl…and for Brodie himself.

  Praise for the novels of #1 New York Times

  bestselling author Debbie Macomber

  “Macomber is a skilled storyteller.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  Debbie Macomber “demonstrates her impressive skills with characterization and her flair for humor.”

  —RT Book Reviews

  “Whether [Debbie Macomber] is writing lighthearted romps or more serious relationship books, her novels are always engaging stories that accurately capture the foibles of real-life men and women with warmth and humor.”

  —Milwaukee Journal Sentinel

  “Debbie Macomber tells women’s stories in a way no one else does.”

  —BookPage

  “Macomber…is no stranger to the New York Times bestseller list. She knows how to please her audience.”

  —Oregon Statesman Journal

  Praise for the novels of New York Times

  bestselling author RaeAnne Thayne

  “Thayne’s second Hope’s Crossing contemporary is sweet without being cloying… Plenty of tenderness and Colorado sunshine flavor this pleasant escape.”

  —Publishers Weekly on Woodrose Mountain

  “Readers will love this novel for the cast of characters and its endearing plotline…a thoroughly enjoyable read.”

  —RT BookReviews on Woodrose Mountain

  “Thayne, once again, delivers a heartfelt story of a caring community and a caring romance between adults who have triumphed over tragedies.”

  —Booklist on Woodrose Mountain

  DEBBIE

  MACOMBER

  RAEANNE

  THAYNE

  Country Bride

  Table of Contents

  COUNTRY BRIDE by Debbie Macomber

  WOODROSE MOUNTAIN by RaeAnne Thayne

  Excerpt from RIVERBEND ROAD by RaeAnne Thayne

  Country Bride

  Also by Debbie Macomber

  Blossom Street

  The Shop on Blossom Street

  A Good Yarn

  Susannah’s Garden

  Back on Blossom Street

  Twenty Wishes

  Summer on Blossom Street

  Hannah’s List

  The Knitting Diaries

  “The Twenty-First Wish”

  A Turn in the Road

  Cedar Cove

  16 Lighthouse Road

  204 Rosewood Lane

  311 Pelican Court

  44 Cranberry Point

  50 Harbor Street

  6 Rainier Drive

  74 Seaside Avenue

  8 Sandpiper Way

  92 Pacific Boulevard

  1022 Evergreen Place

  Christmas in Cedar Cove

  (5-B Poppy Lane and A Cedar Cove Christmas)

  1105 Yakima Street

  1225 Christmas Tree Lane

  Dakota Series

  Dakota Born

  Dakota Home

  Always Dakota

  Buffalo Valley

  The Manning Family

  The Manning Sisters

  (The Cowboy’s Lady and The Sheriff Takes a Wife)

  The Manning Brides

  (Marriage of Inconvenience and Stand-In Wife)

  The Manning Grooms

  (Bride on the Loose and Same Time Next Year)

  Christmas Books

  A Gift to Last

  On a Snowy Night

  Home for the Holidays

  Glad Tidings

  Christmas Wishes

  Small Town Christmas

  When Christmas Comes

  (now retitled Trading Christmas)

  There’s Something About Christmas

  Christmas Letters

  The Perfect Christmas

  Choir of Angels

  (Shirley, Goodness and Mercy, Those Christmas Angels and Where Angels Go)

  Call Me Mrs. Miracle

  Heart of Texas

  VOLUME 1

  (Lonesome Cowboy and Texas Two-Step)

  VOLUME 2

  (Caroline’s Child and Dr. Texas)

  VOLUME 3

  (Nell’s Cowboy and Lone Star Baby)

  Promise, Texas

  Return to Promise

  Midnight Sons

  VOLUME 1

  (Brides for Brothers and The Marriage Risk)

  VOLUME 2

  (Daddy’s Little Helper and Because of the Baby)

  VOLUME 3

  (Falling for Him, Ending in Marriage and Midnight Sons and Daughters)

  This Matter of Marriage

  Montana

  Thursdays at Eight

  Between Friends

  Changing Habits

  Married in Seattle

  (First Comes Marriage and Wanted: Perfect Partner)

  Right Next Door

  (Father’s Day and The Courtship of Carol Sommars)

  Wyoming Brides

  (Denim and Diamonds and The Wyoming Kid)

  Fairy Tale Weddings

  (Cindy and the Prince and Some Kind of Wonderful)

  The Man You’ll Marry

  (The First Man You Meet and The Man You’ll Marry)

  Orchard Valley Grooms

  (Valerie and Stephanie)

  Orchard Valley Brides

  (Norah and Lone Star Lovin’)

  The Sooner the Better

  An Engagement in Seattle

  (Groom Wanted and Bride Wanted)

  Out of the Rain

  (Marriage Wanted and Laughter in the Rain)

  Learning to Love

  (Sugar and Spice and Love by Degree)

  You…Again

  (Baby Blessed and Yesterday Once More)

  The Unexpected Husband

  (Jury of His Peers and Any Sunday)

  Three Brides, No Groom

  Love in Plain Sight

  (Love ’n’ Marriage and Almost an Angel)

  I Left My Heart

  (A Friend or Two and No Competition)

  Marriage Between Friends

  (White Lace and Promises and Friends…And Then Some)

  A Man’s Heart

  (The Way to a Man’s Heart and Hasty Wedding)

  North to Alaska

  (That Wintry Feeling and Borrowed Dreams)

  On a Clear Da
y

  (Starlight and Promise Me Forever)

  To Love and Protect

  (Shadow Chasing and For All My Tomorrows)

  Home in Seattle

  (The Playboy and the Widow and Fallen Angel)

  Together Again

  (The Trouble with Caasi and Reflections of Yesterday)

  The Reluctant Groom

  (All Things Considered and Almost Paradise)

  A Real Prince

  (The Bachelor Prince and Yesterday’s Hero)

  Private Paradise (in That Summer Place)

  Debbie Macomber’s Cedar Cove Cookbook

  Debbie Macomber’s Christmas Cookbook

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

  One

  “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

  A burst of organ music crescendoed through the largest church in Nightingale, Oregon, as a murmur of shared happiness rose from the congregation.

  Standing at the altar, Clay Franklin claimed his right to kiss Rorie Campbell Franklin, his bride.

  Kate Logan did her best to look delighted for her friends, even though she felt as if a giant fist had been slammed into her stomach. Tears gathered in her eyes and she lowered her gaze, unable to watch as the man she’d loved for most of her life wrapped his arm around his new bride’s waist.

  Clay should be marrying me, Kate cried silently. I should be the one he’s looking at so tenderly. Me! During the past few weeks, Kate had repeatedly reassured herself that she’d done the right thing in stepping aside to bring Clay and Rorie together. But that fact didn’t lessen her pain now. Kate loved Clay, and that wasn’t going to change. He was her best friend and confidant, her compass, her North Star. And now Clay was married to another woman—someone he loved far more than he could ever care for Kate.

  A clean white handkerchief was thrust into her hand by Luke Rivers, her father’s foreman. Kate knew he’d been waiting for this moment, convinced she’d dissolve into a puddle of tears.

  She declined the use of his handkerchief by gently shaking her head.

  “I’m here,” he whispered in her ear.

  “So is half of Nightingale,” she returned wryly. Luke seemed determined to rescue her from this pain—as if that was possible. All she wanted was to survive this day with her dignity intact, and his open sympathy threatened the composure she’d painfully mustered.

  “You’re doing fine.”

  “Luke,” she muttered, “stop making a fuss over me. Please.” She’d managed to get through the ceremony without breaking down. The last thing she needed now was to have Luke calling attention to her.

  It was ironic that Kate had been the one responsible for bringing Clay and Rorie together. She should be feeling noble and jubilant and honorable. But the only emotion she felt was a deep, abiding sense of loss.

  Rorie and Clay walked down the center aisle, and from somewhere deep inside her, Kate found the strength to raise her head and smile blindly in their direction. Luke’s hands gripped her shoulders as though to lend her strength. His concern should have been a comfort, but it wasn’t.

  “I’ll walk you to the reception hall,” Luke said, slipping his arm through hers.

  “I’m perfectly capable of making it there on my own,” she snapped, not wanting his pity. She would’ve argued more, but since they were sitting near the front of the church, they were among the first to be ushered out. Holding her head high, Kate walked past her friends and neighbors, doing her best to appear cheerful and serene.

  At least she looked her best; Kate had made certain of that. She’d curled her thick blond hair until it lightly brushed her shoulders. The style emphasized her blue eyes and sculpted cheekbones. She’d shopped long and hard for the perfect dress and had found one that enhanced her slender waist and outlined her trim figure. The minute she’d tried on the soft blue silk and viewed herself in the mirror, Kate had known this was the dress. Although the lines were simple, the look was both classic and sophisticated, a look she’d never bothered to cultivate before. Too often in the past, she’d been mistaken for a teenager, mostly, she supposed, because she dressed the part. But she was a woman now and she had the broken heart to prove it.

  Kate paused in the church vestibule, waiting for her father. Devin was sitting with Dorothea Murphy, his widow friend. Her father’s interest in the older woman was something of a mystery to Kate. Tall and plump and outspoken, she was completely unlike Kate’s late mother, who’d been delicate and reserved. Kate sometimes wondered what it was about Dorothea that attracted her father. They’d been seeing a lot of each other in recent weeks, but the possibility of their contemplating marriage filled Kate with a sudden, overwhelming sense of alarm. Kate pushed the thought from her mind. Losing Clay was all she could deal with right now.

  “Are you all right, Princess?” Devin asked when he joined her.

  “I wish everyone would stop worrying about me. I’m fine.” It wasn’t the truth, but Kate was well aware that she had to put on a breezy, unconcerned front. At least for the next few hours.

  Her father patted her hand. “I know how hard this is for you. Do you want to go to the reception or would you prefer to head home?” His eyes were warm and sympathetic, and Kate felt a rush of love for him. A part of her longed to slip away unnoticed, but she couldn’t and she knew it.

  “Kate’s already agreed to accompany me,” Luke inserted, daring her to contradict him.

  Indignation rose inside her. Instead of helping, Luke was making everything worse. The pain of watching Clay pledge his life to another woman was difficult enough, without Luke’s unsought demands.

  “I’m glad to hear that,” Devin Logan said, clearly relieved. He smiled as he slipped his arm around Dorothea’s waist. “Mrs. Murphy invited me to sit with her and, frankly, I was looking forward to doing that.” He released Kate’s hand, kissed her on the cheek, then strolled nonchalantly away.

  “Shall we?” Grinning, Luke reached for Kate’s limp hand and tucked it into the crook of his arm. As if they’d been a couple for years, he casually led her out of the church.

  The early evening air was crisp and clear. Autumn had crested on an October tide of bronze and gold leaves, huge pumpkins and early twilights. Normally, this time of year invigorated Kate. If she hadn’t been fortifying herself against Clay’s wedding, she could have appreciated the season more.

  The walk across the parking lot to the reception hall was a short one. Kate didn’t say another word to Luke, mentally preparing herself for the coming encounter with Clay and his bride. With each step her heart grew heavier. Rorie had asked her to be a bridesmaid, and although Kate was honored by the request, she’d declined. Rorie understood and hadn’t pressured her. Despite the fact that they both loved the same man, Rorie and Kate had become close. Their friendship made everything more difficult for Kate, yet somehow easier, too.

  By the time they arrived at the old brick building, Kate’s pulse was so loud it echoed like a drum in her ear. Just outside the double doors leading into the hall, she stopped abruptly.

  “I can’t go in there,” she told Luke. Panic had worked its way into her voice, which was low and trembling. “I can’t face them and pretend... I just can’t do it.”

  “Yes, you can.”

  “How could you possibly know what I can and can’t do?” she demanded, wanting to bury her face in her hands and weep. These past few hours had taken their toll and she couldn’t keep up the charade much longer. Luke gazed
down on her and for the briefest of moments his eyes registered sympathy and regret.

  “You can go in there and you will,” he repeated.

  Kate saw determination in his serious dark eyes and swallowed an angry retort, knowing he was right.

  At six feet, Luke towered over her, and the hard set of his mouth did more than hint at determination and a will of iron. “If you don’t attend the reception, everyone in Nightingale will talk. Is that what you want?”

  “Yes,” she cried, then lowered her head, battling down wave after wave of depression and self-pity. “No,” she said reluctantly, loath to agree with him.

  “I’m here for you, Kate. Lean on me for once in your life, and let me help you through the next few hours.”

  “I’m doing fine. I—”

  He wouldn’t allow her to finish. “Quit fighting me. I’m your friend, remember?”

  His words, hushed and tender, brought a burning to her eyes. Her fingers tightened around his arm and she nodded, calling upon a reserve of strength she didn’t know she possessed. “Just don’t be so bossy with me. Please. I can bear almost anything but that.” She’d made it through the wedding ceremony on her own. Now she needed someone at her side to help her appear strong and steady, in control of her emotions, when she felt as though the entire universe was pitching and heaving.

  “Anything you say, Princess.”

  Although she’d objected earlier, she felt comforted by his strong arm against her. She heard his voice, as if from a distance, too preoccupied with her own pain to respond to his concern. But his presence restored her determination to acquit herself well during the long evening ahead.

  “Only Daddy calls me Princess,” she said distractedly.

  “You mind?”

  “I don’t know... I suppose it’s all right.”

  “Good.” His fingers intertwined with hers as he guided her into the brightly decorated reception hall.

  The next half hour was a blur. Drawing upon Luke’s silent strength, Kate managed to make it through the reception line without a problem. Still, her knees felt shaky by the time she reached Clay, who kissed her cheek and thanked her for being so wonderful. Kate certainly didn’t feel wonderful—even particularly admirable—but she smiled. And she was sincere when she offered Clay and Rorie her very best wishes.