Wedding Series Boxed Set (3 Books in 1) (The Wedding Series)

by Patricia McLinn

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  “The child’s education is being neglected with this nomad’s life you inflict on her,” Grandma Beatrice declared once they’d reached the meat of the issue.

  “Most kids never get the chance to see the things April sees. That’s educational. And you like it, don’t you, honey?”

  “I want to stay in Charlottesville,” April said doggedly.

  For the first time Melly paused long enough to look at her daughter. “With your great-grandmother?”

  Her tone left no doubt Melly wouldn’t have taken that option. And April’s determination did seem to flicker after a glance at Grandma Beatrice. But that redoubtable woman’s frown was aimed at Melly, not April.

  “I mean, uh, I’m thinking of you, too, Grandma Beatrice. I mean, what do you want with a teenager around at your . . .”

  Silent too late, the word “age” hung in the air.

  “I am neither an ogre who would make the child’s life miserable nor so doddering that I do not recognize the ramifications of having her live here, Melanie Ardith.”

  Melly flinched at the use of the full name she hated, but didn’t dispute her grandmother. “April needs to have a secure home. A home, not a temporary resting spot. It would be better for all concerned if that home were with her mother, but since you are unwilling to provide that for her, I most certainly will.”

  Leslie looked from her grandmother’s austere profile to her cousin’s defensive pout to April’s clenched jaw and tear-bright eyes. She wished she could find something to say to ease the tension, to make them remember the love that tied them together instead of the differences that were driving them apart.

  “Sure,” started Grady, as if there’d been no break in the conversation. “And April can come up and see us in Washington. Maybe we can set up something regular.”

  “We?” Melly voiced the question they all wanted to ask.

  “Uh-huh. Leslie and me. After we get married.”

  “Married?”

  “Married!”

  “Indeed?”

  Leslie could have rolled Melly’s, April’s and Grandma Beatrice’s responses all in one, but it still wouldn’t have covered the range of her feelings. She appreciated his strength, but this bordered on strong-arm tactics.

  “Yeah, as soon as we get the details worked out—” Just as she was about to point out that those details included his asking and her answering, Grady cut a look at her that numbed her with its heat. “We’ll work out something with Grandma Beatrice. I’ve found a house in Alexandria and it has a great room I think you’d like, April. You can help us decorate it.”

  April looked so pleased that Leslie didn’t have the heart to object right then.

  “Well, we will have to talk about arrangements,” Grandma Beatrice announced with a look that disapproved of such surprises, but dispensed forgiveness...considering.

  “But—”

  “Of course you will,” Grady interrupted smoothly. “But right now we should head back to D.C. Don’t you have some things to pack, Leslie?”

  “You’re right, Grady,” Grandma Beatrice said approvingly. “You don’t want to get to the city too late.”

  So Leslie was bundled off upstairs to repack the bag Tris had provided and—between visits from Melly, full of questions, and April, full of excitement—to try to come to grips with Grady and his outrageous announcement. Because nothing had changed...or had it?

  She’d changed. Certainly in the time she’d known Grady, and especially over these past few days, as he’d shown her that what she’d been running from all these years wasn’t so scary, after all.

  And he’d changed. He risked showing what was beneath that golden surface, at least to a selected few. And he gave from his core of strength. He gave generously.

  But was that enough when her circumstances and his dreams remained contradictory?

  “Your young man is waiting downstairs.”

  Grandma Beatrice stood at the doorway, an expectant look on her face.

  “Grandma, he’s not my young man. At least, I don’t know if he really is. He just—”

  “Oh, yes, he is your young man.” Her grandmother interrupting was amazing. Her grandmother stooping to looking smug was mind-boggling. “Nobody but a fool could miss that in every look he gives you.” Then her expression shifted, and Leslie saw the love and the concern.

  “Don’t be a fool and overlook it, Leslie. You deserve happiness, and I believe the two of you can make each other happy.”

  Through her own tears she saw Grandma Beatrice was fighting emotion. “Now,” she said briskly after a moment. “Are you finished packing? It’s time you two young people were on your way. I will inform Grady you are on your way down. And while I think of it, there are a few other things I want to tell your young man.”

  Smiling despite her doubts, Leslie started to follow, but at the doorway she stopped, slowly pivoting for a final look behind her.

  The jewelry box that held her childhood treasures sat alone in the center of the dresser. She opened it without even being aware of crossing the room, and heard the sweet sounds of “Lara’s Theme.” The music wound down as she unhooked the catch of her bracelet watch and let it slip off her hand until it rested with the other mementoes. The final notes unwound to a halt and she closed the cover, feeling a little sad, and very hopeful.

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  If she was trying to drive him crazy, she was damned close to succeeding.

  Sitting silent and unreadable next to him while a man tried to drive and pray his future wasn’t about to unravel at the same time was enough to test anyone’s sanity.

  Why didn’t she say something?

  She loved him; he knew she did, even if he’d never truly been loved before. And, God help him, he loved her. But could he make her see that?

  At this rate, he’d never find out.

  Abruptly he pulled off onto a side road, around a tree-lined curve, then onto the shoulder.

  Still she said nothing.

  “I know this was pushy.” His voice sounded like a cement mixer starting up. He cleared his throat. “This whole weekend, calling your grandmother and getting Tris in on it and everything. I know I don’t have any claim on you and I didn’t have any right to do this. But I had to take the chance, Leslie. I thought if you could face the past, then maybe you could accept it.”

  “I can accept it.”

  “Because if you can’t accept the past, then I guess you’re right, there isn’t any hope of a future for us.”

  “I said I can accept it.”

  “You can.” He looked at her as he carefully repeated the words, making sure that’s really what she’d said.

  “Yes. Because,” she said deliberately and with more courage than he’d ever seen in his life, “if the past hadn’t happened, I never would have met you. And I can’t imagine my life without knowing you. I love you, Grady.”

  He let out a breath in a huff of relief and more. But she wasn’t done.

  “The question is if you can accept it. You have to think very carefully about that.”

  “I have. For the past two weeks I’ve done little else. You were right when you said I was used to getting what I wanted, used to making things come out the way I want. At least some things. But you weren’t right about some other things. One thing I never could get the way I wanted was my parents.” She supposed that trace of sadness would never leave him. “I wish I could, but I’ve accepted it, and I’ve found another family in the Monroes.” His gaze left a shiver on her skin. “And I hope in you.”

  When she would have said something, he quieted her with a gentle order. “Listen. First, listen.”

  Wishing he could express it better, he tried to tell her what he’d gone through these two weeks apart, and the conclusions he’d reached. He told her about talking to Paul and Alicia. He told her about watching the family welcoming its newest member, and the dark-curled girl. He told her he hoped she’d want to adopt, because he wante
d a child now to share the love she’d tapped in him, not to prove he could do a better parenting job than his parents had.

  “If not, well, I know we’ll work it out. Somehow. And I’ll wait. But I don’t want to wait to get married. I want to marry you as soon as possible. For myself, yes, but also for you, because you need me looking out for you as much as I need you looking out for me.”

  She’d fought hope for so long that it took her a moment to recognize that the heart-hammering happiness she felt was the fulfillment of a soul-deep hope.

  She saw his sincerity and his acceptance. She understood that his rushing her to Charlottesville was meant to show her that she’d healed, that it was time for her to move on. Time to accept his love and to look at a new way of building a family.

  Time to love Grady and make her future with him.

  She managed to arch one brow with a fair assumption of casualness. “I don’t think my grandmother would ever forgive you if we eloped.”

  He looked at her for less than a second before the light hit his eyes, melting the wariness and worry in them, and melting the last, doubting corner of her heart.

  “Then we’ll get married as fast as the laws of Virginia allow.”

  He took her in his arms and demonstrated that the man accustomed to getting everything he wanted definitely wanted her.

  Epilogue

  Grady Roberts stood by a fireplace that blazed with autumn flowers instead of flames.

  Leslie had insisted on a small wedding. Grandma Beatrice had insisted on having it in her home. They’d both insisted he invite his parents, who were too busy to attend.

  It didn’t matter, not anymore. He had his family.

  A smile eased the waiting. He was marrying into a family of insisters. That was okay. Today he was getting what he’d insisted on—Leslie. And in as little time as the law would allow.

  With Paul and Michael standing to his left and Bette and Tris on the far side of the minister, he watched April come down the stairway and along the aisle left by the select guests. That was something else he’d insisted on, having April in the wedding. Come to think of it, he hadn’t had to do much insisting—Leslie and Grandma Beatrice had thoroughly approved.

  April looked nervous, but when she saw his smile, she smiled back. The sullenness wasn’t routed entirely, but it was fading. He couldn’t begin to explain the satisfaction it gave him that April drew from him the same steadiness he’d gained from exchanging looks with Mr. and Mrs. Monroe and Judi Monroe when he took his place to await his bride.

  That’s what families did for each other.

  His bride.

  Leslie started down the graceful stairway, and a very basic part of him reacted to her decision to wear a street-length dress. Her legs looked great. And he knew how great they’d feel tonight when he had her all to himself at Tanner’s Inn. He hadn’t wanted to waste time driving far to start their honeymoon, but he’d made sure they would have the private cabin, not Hank Tanner’s old room.

  Better not let his thoughts drift too far down that road or he’d embarrass himself on his wedding day.

  Then he met Leslie’s eyes and forgot everything except how much he loved the woman who’d taught him how much he could love.

  He saw happiness in her eyes, and love. As she came down the aisle, he also saw a faint, lingering uncertainty.

  And he did the only thing he could do.

  He took a step, then another, and held out his hand.

  He was aware of murmurs around him, but heard her softly released breath clearly. The smile reached her eyes.

  Never taking her eyes from his, she met his hand.

  Side by side they took the final steps.

  Side by side they said the words.

  Side by side they exchanged the rings; he would always remember her slim hand in his as he slipped the ring on her finger and her touch as she put his ring on.

  Side by side they heard the benediction sending them on in life together.

  I now pronounce you husband and wife.

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  A Place Called Home Trilogy

  Wyoming Wildflowers Trilogy

  Bardville, Wyomng Trilogy

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  A bit more on the Wedding Series:

  Dear Reader, This was the first group of connected stories I ever wrote, and it was true love! I loved spending time with the characters, loved revisiting the friendships, loved experiencing the changes in their lives. And since then, I’ve written a number of series – including murder mysteries!

  Now I’m finding I miss these characters from the Wedding Series. So stay tuned – there just might be new stories coming along some time in the future.

  In the meantime, I hope you’ll try some of my other series, and their connected stories.

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  About the author:

  USA Today bestselling author Patricia McLinn’s novels -- cited by reviewers for warmth, wit and vivid characterization – have won numerous regional and national awards and been on national bestseller lists.

  In addition to her romance and women’s fiction books, Patricia is the author of the “Caught Dead in Wyoming” mystery series, which adds a touch of humor and romance to figuring out whodunit.

  Patricia received BA and MSJ degrees from Northwestern University. She was a sports writer (Rockford, Ill.), assistant sports editor (Charlotte, N.C.) and -- for 20-plus years -- an editor at the Washington Post. She has spoken about writing from Honolulu to Washington, D.C., including being a guest-speaker at the Smithsonian Institute.

  She is now living in Northern Kentucky, and writing full-time. Patricia loves to hear from readers through her website, Facebook and Twitter.

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  ISBN: 978-1-939215-18-5