Tall Tales and Wedding Veils
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Rachel turned to Heather and gave her the same kind of enthusiastic hug she’d given Tony. Then she backed away and looked at both of them. “My, you two sure are dressed up.”
“My cousin’s wedding,” Heather said. “We were in the bridal party. Or, we would have been if there had been a wedding.”
“What?”
Heather smiled. “Never mind. Long story. Can you stay for a drink?”
“We’d love to,” Rachel said.
Just then, Don zeroed in on Heather’s left hand. He picked it up and stared at it, then turned to Tony with a stunned expression.
“My God. It’s your mother’s ring. You kept it all this time?”
Tony nodded.
Don turned back to Heather, speaking softly, emotion clouding his voice. “That’s right where it belongs. Don’t you ever take it off.”
Heather felt a rush of pure pleasure, followed by the kind of bone-deep satisfaction that came with knowing what the future held, and it was wonderful beyond her wildest dreams. Something extraordinary had happened between the time she’d left Tony last night and the time he showed up for the wedding. Something that had allowed him to start down the road toward reconciliation with his father, a miracle she couldn’t have imagined only a few hours ago. And somehow that miracle had led to another one.
She and Tony were going to be together, now and forever.
Later that night, Tony and Heather lay breathless on the bed, satisfaction oozing from every pore. His tuxedo and her dress lay in a messy heap on the floor, along with two empty martini glasses.
Heather rolled her head around to look at Tony. “James Bond captures a female spy?” She shook her head. “It’s official. You really are nuts.”
“Hey, we were wearing the costumes. I wasn’t about to pass up that opportunity.”
“Interesting method Bond uses to make women talk.”
Tony grinned. “I thought you’d like that.”
One thing was certain. Life with Tony was never going to be boring.
“I decided I’m going to ask my father to be my best man,” Tony said.
“Best man?”
“Yep. We’re having a wedding.”
Heather smiled. “A wedding? Really?”
Tony rose on one elbow and looked down at Heather, stroking his fingers through her hair. “I want to start out right this time. I want everyone to hear me say that I love you. Your family . . . and mine.”
Heather thought her heart was going to burst with happiness. He’d been so long without a real family, and now he had two.
“But nobody knows about our annulment,” Heather said. “How do we explain that we’re having another wedding?”
“We’ll just tell everyone we’re renewing our vows in front of our family and friends. Only the minister needs to know it’s the real thing. I hear those guys are pretty good at keeping secrets.”
“A wedding,” Heather said softly, thinking about all the times she’d dreamed of one without knowing if the right man would ever come along. When she and Alison were in high school, they’d picked apart more than one issue of Modern Bride. Then it had been nothing more than a wishbook. Now all her wishes had come true.
Alison. She had to tell Alison. Her friend didn’t know yet that she and Tony were staying married, much less having a wedding. She reached for the phone.
“Who are you calling?” Tony asked.
“Alison. I have to tell her she’s going to be my maid of honor.”
She punched in Alison’s number. When Alison came on the line and Heather told her there was going to be a wedding, she wouldn’t have needed the phone to hear her friend’s squeals of delight five miles away. Alison didn’t even remind her of their seventh-grade pact—unless both of them got a guy, neither of them did—but she did remind Heather of their pinky swear about bridesmaid dresses, and Heather took great comfort in Alison’s pledge to make sure hers weren’t ugly as sin.
When Heather hung up, Tony said, “Now it’s time to call your mother. And this time it’s for real.”
Heather smiled, thinking about how she’d called her mother after their wedding in Vegas, and it had meant nothing. This time it was going to mean everything. She dialed her parents’ number, and her mother came on the line.
“Hi, sweetie,” her mother said. “Did you and Tony get Regina home okay?”
“Yeah, she’s fine.”
“It’s too bad about the wedding.”
“I know. But she did the right thing.”
Barbara sighed. “You’re probably right. Jason was a little . . . inattentive, wasn’t he?”
Inattentive? Leave it to her mother to find a polite way of calling a jerk a jerk.
“It’s just such a shame that it all went to waste,” Barbara went on. “I was so looking forward to it. I love weddings.”
“So would you like to go to another one?”
“Another one? Is somebody else getting married?”
“Yeah. Tony and I.”
“But . . . but you’re already married.”
“I know. But our wedding was in Vegas and nobody else was there. Tony thinks we should have one here.”
“A real wedding?” Barbara said tentatively, her voice escalating with hope. “In a church? With a minister? That kind of wedding?”
“Yep. Complete with flowers, bridesmaids, a reception—”
“Fred!” her mother screeched. “Fred! Get in here! Heather and Tony are going to have a wedding!”
Heather put her hand over the phone and whispered to Tony, “Did you hear that?”
He laughed. “Are you kidding? They heard it in outer space.”
For the next ten minutes, Barbara chattered about everything from reception halls to cakes to nut cups to music, and Heather didn’t think she’d ever heard her mother happier. Then, in minute detail, Heather described the ring Tony had given her, and she could practically hear her mother swooning on the other end of the phone. By the time Heather hung up, she’d agreed to take her mother the next Saturday on a trip to a bridal shop.
“What about champagne?” Tony said. “You didn’t talk about that. We have to have lots and lots of champagne.”
Heather closed her eyes. “I’m getting a hangover just thinking about it.”
“And I’m taking you on a real honeymoon,” Tony said. “How about Vegas?”
“Actually, I was thinking Cancun. You could lie naked on that beach again. I’d enjoy that.”
“Would you lie naked with me?”
“I think you’d actually try to get me to do that. Which is why I’m never going to Cancun with you.”
Tony dropped a gentle kiss against her lips. “You know what? That night in Vegas, I think we knew. On some strange, deep level, we knew exactly what we were doing.”
Heather traced her fingertips over his cheek, amazed to feel this kind of happiness.
“Or we were just dead drunk.”
She smacked him on the arm. He laughed and grabbed her hand, pressing it to the bed over her head; then he leaned in and kissed her, a long, deep, loving kiss that knocked the fight right out of her.
“Either way,” he murmured, “we finally got it right.”
They lay back down in each other’s arms, and they’d just about fallen asleep when the phone rang. Heather looked at the caller ID.
“My mother again.”
“Oh, boy. More wedding talk?”
“Hey, it isn’t as if you didn’t know what you were getting into.”
She hit the TALK button. “Hi, Mom.” She paused, looking confused. “Oh. Dad. It’s you.” She listened for a moment more. “Uh . . . yeah. He’s right here.” She held out the phone to Tony and whispered, “My father. He wants to talk to you.”
“Me?” Tony whispered back. “Why?”
Heather shrugged. He took the phone from her, feeling a little apprehensive, even though he had no reason to be. After all, Heather was happy, which meant Fred was happy . . . right?
He put the phone to his ear. “Hey, Fred. What can I do for you?”
Fred cleared his throat. Twice. “Uh . . . Barbara and I were talking, and . . .”
“Yeah?”
“She tells me you and Heather are going to have a real wedding.”
“Yeah, we are.”
“Heather said it was your idea.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And that you gave her a ring. One that belonged to your mother.”
“That’s right.”
There was a long silence, one that Tony nervously wanted to fill, but he kept his mouth shut. When Fred spoke again, his usual gruff tone had warmed and softened, and there was a note of awe in his voice.
“You really love her, don’t you?”
Tony closed his eyes, his chest tight with emotion. Thank God he’d come to his senses. “Yeah, Fred. I do.”
“Good. That’s good. It’s all I ever wanted, you know?”
“Yeah,” Tony said. “I know.”
“Well, then. I guess I’d better be going. I just wanted to call and . . .” He stopped short. More throat-clearing. “Oh, hell. I can’t lie. It wasn’t my idea to call you.”
“It wasn’t?”
“No. It was Barbara’s doing. She told me I needed to call and officially welcome you to the family, and if I didn’t, she said she was going to make sure I regretted it. Your mother-in-law may seem really sweet and all, but trust me”—he paused, dropping his voice to a whisper—“you don’t want to make her mad.”
Tony just couldn’t help smiling at that. Happy little Barbara taking on big, bad Fred. The women in this family were absolutely amazing.
“Thing is, she was right about you,” Fred said. “And I was wrong. But Heather means the world to me, so I had to make sure you were on the up-and-up.”
In that moment, Tony realized that Fred had threatened him because he loved Heather, so much so that he was willing to go to war with anyone who tried to hurt her.
“Maybe I should have done this sooner,” Fred said. “But at least I’m doing it now. Tony?”
“Yeah?”
“Welcome to the family.”
Tony felt so overcome by everything that had happened that day that it took him a moment to answer.
“Thanks, Fred,” he said finally. “I appreciate that.”
“Well,” Fred said. “Gotta go. You two come by for dinner soon. I’ll barbecue something.”
Where Fred was concerned, that probably meant he’d shoot something first, then barbecue it, but that was fine by Tony. He’d eat barbecued yak if it meant being part of this family.
He hung up the phone and handed it to Heather, who looked worried.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Tony said. “Couldn’t be better.”
“What did he want?”
“To welcome me to the family.”
Heather opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, tears sprang to her eyes.
“Hey, there’s no need to cry,” Tony said with a smile. “It’s a good thing.”
“I know. But after last night, I just didn’t expect . . . and now everything is so good, and . . .”
Her voice trailed off, but she didn’t need to finish the sentence for Tony to know how she felt, because he felt the same way.
“I love you, Heather.”
“I know,” she said. “I love you, too.”
Tony pulled her into his arms and held her close, thinking about that one thing he’d been missing all these years, and he’d never even realized it. He’d gone to Vegas in search of twenty thousand dollars, only to find something far more precious than money: a woman who loved him. And he was going to hold on to her for the rest of his life.
THE DISH
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Dear Reader,
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From the desk of Jane Graves
Dear Reader,
Did you know that over three hundred weddings are performed in Las Vegas every day? I learned that while researching my latest book, TALL TALES AND WEDDING VEILS (on sale now). So why is Sin City such a popular place to tie the knot?
Top Five Reasons to Get Married in Vegas
1. You’ve always loved Elvis, so having him perform your wedding ceremony is a dream come true, even if the Vegas version is fat and fifty and can’t carry a tune in a bucket.
2. You figure marriage is a gamble anyway, so thematically speaking, it works.
3. It’s between that and a New Orleans graveyard wedding performed by a voodoo priestess. The graveyard has spirits, but Vegas has martinis.
4. You can’t resist the Austin Powers “1967 Summer of Love Groovy Baby Love Scene Wedding Package.”
5. A woman you’ve just met helps you win a big jackpot, and after a champagne-soaked celebration in a stretch limousine, heading for a drive-through wedding chapel suddenly seems like a fabulous idea.
Now, how about that annulment?
Okay, that’s not quite as easy. At least it isn’t for Tony McCaffrey and Heather Montgomery, the hero and heroine, who spend the first morning of their married lives wondering how fast they can get unmarried.
When they made the drunken decision to marry in haste, they overlooked an obvious truth: No two people on earth were more incompatible. Tony’s a handsome, sexy charmer who spends his life surrounded by women, and Heather’s a serious-minded plain Jane whose idea of a good time is balancing her checkbook. But when an unexpected turn of events forces them to stay married for a month, slowly they begin to see each other in a whole new light. What started out as a drunken mistake just might turn out to be the best decision of their lives.
Hope you enjoy TALL TALES AND WEDDING VEILS!
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BLACK TIES AND LULLABIES by Jane Graves!
Bernadette Hogan doesn’t make mistakes. Not when it comes to caring for her mother, and not at her job protecting Texas’s most eligible—and infuriating—bachelor. Maybe that’s why she’s overcome with guilt after one tiny indiscretion: a passionate fling with her boss that’s left her confused, intrigued…and pregnant.
To self-made millionaire Jeremy Bridges, women are like fine wine: if held for too long, they sour. But one wild night with Bernadette changed all that. She makes him laugh, she makes him think, and soon she’s going to make him a father. For the first time, Jeremy wants to be a one-woman man. So how can he convince the fiercely independent Bernadette he’s ready to change from partying playboy to dependable dad–and become the loving husband she deserves?
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Chapter
1
Bernadette Hogan wished that when this night was over, she could tell Jeremy Bridges to go to hell. She was about ten times more emotionally stable than the average person, but if she had to spend one more evening watching him pick up vacuous blond women for fun and recreation, she was going to go insane. Yeah, he attended all these charity events as the philanthropic CEO of Sybersense Systems, but in the end it wasn’t about generosity. It was about putting one more notch in his hand-carved Louis XIV bedpost.
But it wasn’t Bernie’s job to plan a principal’s itinerary. Her job was to protect him wherever he decided to go. And, of course, there was the small matter of the outrageous amount of money he paid her to put up with this nonsense, money she was going to need desperately in the coming years. So she kept that resignation letter only in her head, staring at it longingly with her mind’s eye every time he aggravated her to the breaking point.