Nobody But You B&N

by Barbara Freethy

  NOBODY BUT YOU

  A Callaway Wedding Novella

  BARBARA FREETHY

  Also Available In The Callaway Series

  On A Night Like This (#1)

  So This Is Love (#2)

  Falling For A Stranger (#3)

  Between Now And Forever (#4)

  Nobody But You (Novella)

  NOBODY BUT YOU

  © Copyright 2013 Barbara Freethy

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Epilogue

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  About The Author

  Chapter One

  "You're a beautiful bride, Emma," Nicole Callaway said, smiling at her sister in the full-length mirror.

  Emma stared at herself in bemusement. This woman in the lacy white wedding dress wasn't her, was it? She was a tomboy turned firefighter turned arson investigator. She spent her days in coveralls and fire suits. She was lucky if she remembered to run a brush through her blonde hair, much less put on makeup, but today her sisters, Nicole and Shayla, had done her hair and forced her to wear eyeliner and lipstick. She barely recognized herself, but she was impressed.

  "Damn, I look good," she said.

  "Like a princess in a fairytale," Shayla said with a wistful sigh.

  Emma turned around to give her youngest sister a smile. At twenty-four, Shayla was the baby of the Callaway family, and while on most days she was a pragmatic, logical, and rather brilliant medical student, today she was obviously caught up in bridal fantasies.

  "Princess?" Emma challenged. "I look good enough to be the queen."

  "Always so ambitious," Nicole teased.

  "I can't help it. I like to be on top."

  Nicole laughed. "And how does Max feel about that?"

  "I wasn't talking about that," she said. "Although, now that you mention it…"

  "We don't need any more information," Nicole said quickly.

  "I wasn't going to give you any," she replied. "And I've had to be ambitious. I'm a woman in a man's profession. If I don't fight, I'm done."

  "I know," Nicole said with an understanding nod. "And it's not just doing the job well that motivates you, it's Dad's respect."

  That was true. Jack Callaway's respect had been a driving force behind many of her ambitions, which was probably true for most of her siblings. Her father had a big personality and demanded achievement from everyone around him, his coworkers and his family members. But for her, his opinion was even more important, because Jack was second in charge of the San Francisco Fire Department, which technically made him her boss.

  "It's different for me than for you," she said. "I work in Dad's world, and I can't let him down. I have to continually prove I'm as good as the boys."

  "You've already proven that a dozen times over," Nicole said. "And today you're not a firefighter, you're a bride. This is your night, Em. You're the star, and the only one you have to share the spotlight with is Max. I don't think he'll steal your thunder."

  "I don't know about that. He's going to look hot in that black tuxedo I forced him to rent," Emma said with a grin.

  "I'm sure you're right, but everyone will still be looking at you," Nicole said with a smile. "If for no other reason than this may be the only time they see you in a long dress."

  She tipped her head. "Good point." Her gaze moved to the clock on the bedside table. It was half past four, and the wedding ceremony was scheduled for six at a beautiful church in the presidio, followed by a reception at the San Francisco Yacht Club. "We should get going, don't you think?"

  "I'll check on the limo," Shayla said. "It's supposed to be here now." On her way out of the bedroom, she paused in the doorway. "In case I don't get a chance to say it before the wedding, I'm really happy for you, Em, and I'm even happier that you got us bridesmaid dresses that aren't hideous. Thank you for that."

  Emma smiled, thinking how pretty Shayla looked in the gold cocktail dress. She'd wanted a color to fit her holiday wedding, and what could be better than dresses the color of champagne? "I'm glad you like it." After Shayla left, Emma turned back to Nicole. "This whole day feels surreal. Here we are, standing in the bedroom we shared when we were teenagers, when we used to dream about the guy we were going to marry. Remember all the talks we used to have after we turned the lights out?"

  "I do," Nicole said with a soft smile. "We were so worried we wouldn't find the right guys, but we did. I have Ryan, and you have Max. Life is good."

  "Almost too good. I feel a little nervous, like this kind of happiness can't possibly last. It's silly to feel that way—isn't it?"

  "Yes," Nicole said firmly. "That's just nerves talking, Emma. Love can last forever. Look at our grandparents. And look at Mom and Jack."

  "But Mom's first marriage with our dad didn't work out. I'm sure she thought it would. How does anyone really know?"

  "You don't know. You have to trust your feelings. Sometimes marriage takes work. Ryan and I have certainly had our challenges. But I believe that real love triumphs in the end." She paused. "Ryan and I lost our way for a while, but when Brandon was kidnapped, all the stupid stuff seemed so unimportant. I never want to lose my perspective like that again."

  "Well, you're back together now."

  "Stronger than ever," Nicole said with a nod, then she frowned. "You're not really having doubts about marrying Max, are you?"

  She quickly shook her head. "No, I'm just jittery, and I don't know why. Max is wonderful."

  "And he's the perfect man for you. He's smart and strong, and he'll always protect you and love you, even when you don't want protection and you're being a little too annoying to love," she teased.

  Emma made a face at her. "Thanks for that."

  "Seriously, stop worrying and enjoy the moment."

  "You're right. I'm just nervous because this day has taken so long to get here." She had originally planned to marry Max in August, in a double wedding with her best friend, Sara, who, at the time, was engaged to her brother, Aiden. But Sara had gotten pregnant and needed to move up her wedding day. Emma had been forced to cancel the double wedding venue, which she couldn't afford on her own, and had rescheduled her wedding for two weeks before Christmas.

  Now that December had arrived, she was happy with her new date. She loved winter—cold foggy mornings, the drizzle of rain on the window, and the holiday lights that turned ordinary streets into winter wonderlands. This time of the year felt magical, and so did her love for Max.

  She hadn't liked him much at first. She'd met him on the job. She'd been working on an arson case, and he'd been the detective assigned to the homicide that resulted from the arson. She'd found him cocky and annoying and very territorial. It had soon become clear, however, that the sparks between them were not just the result of anger or irritation but also attraction.


  She'd fought against that attraction, because she'd just gotten out of a bad relationship and wasn't eager to start another. And Max had been wary, too. He'd lived through his parents' bitter divorce and wasn't a big believer in marriage. But in the end, the love between them had been too strong to resist.

  They'd fallen hard for each other, and their relationship had become the best possible mix of passion, friendship and respect. Max accepted her for who she was. And she did the same for him. It was the most honest relationship of her life, and today they would make an official and public commitment to each other. She couldn't wait.

  "It may seem like the last few months have been really long to you, Emma," Nicole said. "But I think the year has flown by. So much has happened in our family. You and Max fell in love, Aiden and Sara had a baby girl, Drew fell for Ria and is now helping her parent her seventeen-year-old niece. It's been crazy!"

  "Don't forget you found Brandon's twin brother, Kyle."

  "And we met Kyle's mother, Jessica, who is already starting to feel like a sister," Nicole said with a nod. "We've had a lot of blessings this year."

  Emma saw the moisture in her sister's eyes and felt a little teary herself. "Stop already. You're going to make me cry, and I know you don't want to have to do my makeup again."

  Nicole laughed. "Very true. Okay, let's talk about a more practical matter."

  "What's that?"

  "I am so touched that you and Max want to include Brandon and Kyle in your ceremony, but I'm worried about Brandon being one of the ring bearers."

  "Brandon and Kyle did fine at the rehearsal last night," Emma reminded her, understanding the concern in Nicole's eyes. Six-year-old Brandon was autistic, but since being reunited with his twin brother, Kyle, Brandon was showing marked improvement when it came to interacting with others, and she thought he could handle the ceremony. "Kyle will be there to help him," she added. "Besides, they're not going to carry the actual rings. Even if they bolt down the aisle or drop the pillows, it will still be fine."

  "I just don't want anything to mar your perfect night. I can never predict what Brandon is going to do or what might spook him. He could freeze in the middle of the aisle and start screaming. Or he could run out of the church."

  "Don’t worry about it, Nicole. Jessica said she'd stand at the back in case Brandon decides to take off. She'll make sure he's okay. You said she's really good with him."

  Nicole nodded, but there was still a little doubt in her eyes. "Brandon does like Jessica, or at least he tolerates her. The fact that Kyle loves her seems to carry some weight with him."

  "It's going to be fine. And whatever Brandon does is not going to ruin my night. I want my family around me. That's all that's important. Speaking of family, have you heard from Sean yet?"

  "Not since yesterday."

  Emma frowned. "I texted him an hour ago, but he didn't reply," she said, worried that her younger brother wouldn't make the ceremony. Sean was a touring musician, and he'd been on the road the past six months with his band, but he'd promised to drive down from Seattle for her wedding. Unfortunately, he'd gotten caught in a snowstorm on the California-Oregon border, so he'd had to pull off the road for a few hours. "He should be here by now."

  "He'll do everything he can to make it," Nicole reassured her.

  "I hope so. But we both know he's not big on family events."

  "Your wedding is different. Sean will be here."

  "I just hope nothing has happened to him."

  Nicole shook her head. "You're not normally a worrier, Emma. Where is the icy calm you display when you run into burning buildings?"

  "It seems to be on vacation," she admitted. "I keep feeling an odd chill run through my body, and I don't know where it's coming from."

  "Limo is here," Shayla interrupted, returning to the room with Emma's other two bridesmaids, her best friend and sister-in-law, Sara, and Drew's girlfriend, Ria. Emma had a feeling that Ria would be the next to get engaged, but Drew and Ria were pretty close-mouthed about their plans these days.

  Her bridesmaids were certainly an attractive group of women, she thought. Her sisters, Nicole and Shayla, were both pretty blondes. Ria had wavy light brown hair with gold highlights, and Sara was a gorgeous brunette.

  "First a toast," Sara said, handing Emma a glass of champagne. "To a fantastic friend and an incredible sister. We wish you nothing but happiness, Emma."

  "To Emma," the others echoed.

  "Thanks you guys," she said, blinking away another tear as she looked around the circle of females. "You all mean so much to me."

  "You mean a lot to us, too," Sara said. She set down her glass and picked up Emma's bouquet of white roses. "Shall I carry these for you?"

  "If you don't mind," Emma replied.

  As the other bridesmaids picked up their bouquets and bags, she took one last look at herself in the mirror.

  "You're gorgeous, Emma," Ria said, coming up behind her.

  "Thanks." She gave Ria a sheepish smile. "I feel a little vain. I haven't looked at myself this much in years, if ever."

  "You're entitled. You're the bride."

  "I can only use that excuse for a few more hours."

  "So where are you going on your honeymoon?" Ria asked as they headed toward the door.

  "Max is surprising me. He wouldn't even let me pack my own suitcase. He had Nicole do it."

  "Then you must know where they're going, Nicole," Ria said.

  "Not really. I only know what clothes she's taking," Nicole replied. "Max was afraid Emma would use her interrogation skills to break me, so he only told me as much as I needed to know."

  "I don't care where we go," Emma said. "And I'm not even worried about what's in my suitcase, because I'm not planning on wearing too many clothes, if you know what I mean."

  Nicole laughed. "Let's go get you married."

  "Finally," she said.

  As she followed her sister out the door, she tried to ignore the anxious flutter in her stomach and the goose bumps running down her arms. Everything was going to be fine. It was her wedding day. What could go wrong?

  Chapter Two

  "So where are you going on the honeymoon?" Spencer Harrison asked his brother, Max as they entered the bank. "You can tell me now. I won't see Emma until she meets you at the altar, so there's no way I can accidentally tell her."

  Max gave him a smug smile. "I'm taking her to Paris. That's why we're here. I want to get some euros so I don't have to worry about changing money at the airport."

  "Paris—nice. I'm impressed."

  "Emma has never been out of the country, so we're going to do five days in Paris and five days in London. We'll be back on Christmas Eve."

  "You should have stayed in Europe for Christmas."

  Max shook his head. "Emma wouldn't dream of missing a Callaway family Christmas. She didn't grow up like we did, Spence. Holidays are big, joyful occasions with lots of food, family and presents. She's been shopping for cousins I've never even met. It's going to be crazy, certainly nothing like I've ever experienced."

  Spencer nodded in understanding. Their parents had divorced when they were kids, and for years the holidays had been a battleground of who was supposed to go where and with which parent. His mother had usually ended up in tears at some point. Both he and Max had come to dread the season. There had been a short time in his early twenties when he'd had a different feeling about Christmas, when he'd been in love, and dreaming about a future, a family of his own, but those dreams had been crushed, too.

  The last thing he was looking forward to was another holiday to remind him of how empty his life was, how much he'd lost, and how far he had to go to get any of it back. He wished he could move the calendar to January second and skip straight to the next year without having to live through holiday carols, mistletoe, and even worse, another New Year's Eve. Whoever had invented that holiday should be shot. Instead of New Year's Eve, it could have been called the night of high expectations followed by ma
ssive disappointment.

  Max frowned. "You look suddenly grim. What are you thinking about?"

  "Nothing." He didn't want to put his bad mood on Max, not today.

  "Liar," Max said, as they got into line. "What's wrong? Is it the wedding? Are you thinking about Stephanie?"

  Stephanie had been the love of his life and his fiancé, but his love for her had sent him to prison. In attempting to defend her from a stalker, he'd accidentally killed a man. In his mind, he'd acted to protect his girlfriend, but a clever and aggressive prosecutor, egged on by the wealthy family of the victim, had portrayed him as an angry, jealous boyfriend who'd been paranoid about anyone talking to Stephanie. And Stephanie hadn't been as much help as she should have been.

  "Please tell me you're not still thinking about her," Max added, an irritated note in his voice. "She let you down, Spence. She's a big reason why you went to prison for seven years. I don't want to see you waste any more time thinking about her."

  "I was only thinking about her because you mentioned her name. I'm not in love with her anymore. That's over."

  "Seriously?" Max challenged.

  "Yes. She's moved on with her life, and so have I. I have no interest in going backwards."

  "I'm glad to hear that. So what's on your mind? Is it the job? You mentioned earlier that you're thinking about a change."

  "I'm thinking about something," he said vaguely, not sure he was ready to talk about his plans yet.

  "What?" Max asked curiously.

  "I don't want to say."

  "Why are you being so mysterious?"

  "Because you'll probably laugh."

  "Try me."

  Spencer shifted his feet and dug his hands into his pockets. "Fine. You know the deli job was just supposed to be short-term, a way to make some cash while I decided what I wanted to do for a career."

  "Right, so…"

  "So, Gus has been letting me help in the kitchen. We don't make much at the deli beyond sandwiches, soups and the occasional pasta special, but I've discovered that I like cooking. It's creative and doesn't involve dealing with the customers, which I don't care for as much. I've been experimenting with dishes at home and toying with the idea of becoming a chef. I know it's ridiculous," he added quickly, sure he was taking the words right out of Max's mouth.