‘I don’t think she likes it much.’ Behind Fee’s broad smile Tom saw the little girl who’d never experienced this kind of Christmas. Maddy and Fee got along much better now but some hurts never went away. Forgiveness didn’t mean forgetting.
‘Nope. I guess I’d better take it back.’
‘You’d have a riot on your hands. Lulu’s got too many people on her side.’ Fee’s voice cracked and there it was again, the separateness and loneliness he’d recognised in her the day they met.
‘So do you now, sweetheart.’ Tom pulled her into his arms, aware of her heartbeat through the new red sweater he’d bought her. No black. They were making progress. ‘Trust me.’
Her eyes glazed with tears. ‘I do.’
‘That’s all we’ve got to say tomorrow and you’ll be mine and I’ll be yours,’ he whispered. ‘In case I haven’t said it enough I really, really like you in red.’ Fee’s cheeks turned the same rich shade of scarlet as the sweater. Tom jumped as someone tapped his shoulder.
‘Thomas Michael.’ His mother’s stern tone brought him back to being five years old and in trouble again for talking in church. ‘I’m giving you advance warning now so don’t bother to claim later I didn’t tell you. When you leave here you’ll take Fee back to Black Cherry, wait while she packs an overnight bag and bring her straight back here. You will not phone, text or otherwise pester the girl tonight. She needs her rest plus it’s bad luck for you to see each other before the wedding. Her mama and I will take good care of her.’ She nodded over at Maddy.
He heard Fee’s hastily stifled giggle. ‘Yes, Mama.’ With a smile his mother left them to go and look at the dolls’ house.
‘Yes, Mama,’ Fee mimicked him. ‘You are a truly hopeless case.’
‘I’m glad I amuse you.’ His effort to sound offended failed because all she did was laugh harder. ‘You won’t find it so funny when you’re sleeping alone in a hard, single bed tonight.’
‘My only consolation will be in knowing that you’re equally miserable,’ Fee retorted. ‘Your mother didn’t actually define “straight back”. You know I always take an extraordinarily long time to pack.’
‘Yeah, putting a toothbrush in a bag takes ages.’
‘It certainly does.’
‘Uncle T. Uncle T.’ Lulu tugged on his arm. ‘The kitchen door broke. Fix it.’
Tom let go of Fee and flashed an apologetic smile. ‘Of course, pumpkin.’ For the women in his life he’d do anything and everything he could to make them happy. Tomorrow he’d make his promises to Fee in front of everyone and couldn’t wait.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Tom hovered by the cabin steps and fixed his binoculars on the path around the lake. No way would Fee be able to resist. The delicate icicles hanging from the bare tree branches, crisp snow underfoot and a sky so blue it could’ve been created in Photoshop all combined to make Black Cherry a magical sight. The previous evening his mother and sisters descended on the Sevier cabin with an inordinate number of candles, flowers and the famous “green stuff”. No doubt they’d transformed it ready for the brief wedding ceremony and informal reception afterwards. He’d spotted the convoy of four-wheel drive cars a while ago and caught a glimpse of Fee’s dark hair among the gaggle of women heading into the Sevier cabin.
A tall, slender figure in black popped into his vision and Tom zoomed in on Fee’s face.
‘Get in here and chug this,’ Mikey shouted from the doorway and waved a can of beer at Tom. ‘Hurry up before I freeze my balls off.’
‘Okay. Okay.’ He grabbed the beer and followed his brother inside. The men were all sprawled around his log fire and the TV was blasting out a football game. A lot of sports trash talk bounced between them all while a plate of his mother’s home-made sausage balls made their way around the room.
A brief flash of memory seared his brain. Tom recalled his scared twenty-three-year-old self, dressed in an ill-fitting rented tuxedo and waiting at the Pine Ridge Methodist Church for Gina to arrive. When his father asked if he was okay he’d barely managed to nod as she appeared at the other end of the aisle. Once she stood next to him, glowing with love and beautiful in a froth of white lace he’d pushed away his doubts and made himself think of the wedding night to come. It’d been an injustice to a woman he hadn’t deserved.
‘You good?’ His father came to stand by him and rested his hand on Tom’s shoulder.
‘Yep. I sure am.’ Tom didn’t hesitate. ‘Don’t eat all the sausage balls, you useless bastards,’ he shouted at his brothers. ‘Pass them over.’ He grabbed a handful and crammed three into his mouth. ‘Who’s winning?’
‘Shouldn’t you get changed?’ Sandy probed.
‘Won’t take long. No penguin suits today, thank the Lord.’ Fee had been very clear about wanting as little fuss as possible. ‘Dark trousers. White shirt. No tie. Simple.’ Everyone joined in hassling him so Tom decided it’d be easier to get dressed and shut them all up.
Fee succumbed to Sarah’s urging for her to come inside and get dressed.
‘He’ll catch you in your jeans if you don’t hurry up.’
She smiled to herself knowing he already had. Fee had caught the reflected light from his binoculars as Tom watched from the porch. She’d taken some amazing shots of the gorgeous snowy lake and they’d be part of a special album she intended to give him after this was over. Mary-Jo was their official photographer today and she’d rolled her eyes at Fee’s detailed instructions about precisely what, and what not to take pictures of.
Fee had bought an elegant ivory leather album and written on the title in the elegant calligraphy script she’d perfected years ago when working for a wedding photographer.
Snow, candles, lights, Lulu and green stuff.
This would be their private joke.
‘Everyone else is ready. The bedroom is empty so it’s your turn.’ Sarah’s brisk instruction made it clear that Fee better not argue. ‘Your mama and I are coming to help you.’ At nearly forty she was quite capable of dressing herself but wasn’t stupid enough to say so. The stunning result of the one battle she managed to win was hanging on the outside of the wardrobe. To go with the dress she’d bought pale blue leather ballerina flats and would wear the silver bracelet that had been Tom’s first gift to her.
‘Mee Maw would’ve lent you these to wear today but they’re mine now so I get to do the honours.’ Sarah opened a small black velvet box to reveal a pair of sparkling diamond drop earrings. Fee would never usually wear something as fussy but couldn’t hurt her future mother-in-law’s feelings. ‘They were a wedding present from Tom’s great-great grandfather to his beloved Arlene and have been worn by every Chambers’ bride since then.’
Fee put them on and studied herself in the mirror, unable to stop smiling. ‘They’re beautiful.’
‘Like you.’ Her mother’s half-whispered comment took Fee by surprise and as their eyes met her throat tightened around the words she couldn’t speak. ‘I’m so proud of you.’
‘Time for champagne,’ Sarah announced and poured out three glasses from the bottle she had ready on the dresser before passing them around. ‘To Fee and Tom. Wishing you a long and happy life together.’
She only dared to take a small sip but the sweet bubbles sneaked into her bloodstream. ‘Right. Let’s do this.’
Tom’s smile took over his face as Lulu, a sparkling silver fairy complete with wings, bounced down the impromptu aisle between the chairs tossing white rose petals over everyone and everything in her path. As he glanced behind her Tom temporarily lost the ability to breathe. Fee, beautiful in a pale blue and sparkly dress, beamed straight at him. She and Will started to walk towards him and as she reached his side Tom took hold of her hand.
He ached to tell her how beautiful she looked but contented himself with lifting her fingers to his lips for a brief kiss. Vaguely he registered the minister beginning the ceremony and Will doing his part as the bride’s father. Neither of them needed any prompting to s
ay the vows they’d written together. Tom heard his brothers sniggering when they reached the part about not considering themselves the marrying kind until they met but ignored them.
‘I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.’
Tom swept Fee into his arms and she melted into him as his mouth crushed her soft lips.
He tucked her arm through his and they made their way back through their cheering guests to have photos taken while the room was changed around for the reception.
An hour later Tom decided he’d been photographed from every possible angle. Every time he breathed Mary-Jo stuck a camera in his face. Once he dared to grouch and Fee’s glare had shrivelled him to the core. It clearly said that this was the one thing she was asking of him. After that he smiled until his face ached.
‘Not long until escape time,’ Fee murmured.
‘Hallelujah.’ Their bags were ready in his truck. Two tickets to the Bahamas and their passports were tucked in his wallet. She’d dropped tempting hints about the significant number of skimpy bikinis she’d purchased.
‘Come with me a minute.’ She tugged on his hand and dragged him towards the door. ‘I need a breath of fresh air.’
Tom shivered as they stepped onto the porch, decked out in gleaming white fairy lights. ‘No problem. I arranged the freezing temperatures specially.’ He lifted her hand and spun her around. ‘I love the dress.’
‘I thought you would.’
He held her at arm’s length and studied it properly. ‘It matches your eyes and shines. Like you.’
‘Goodness. I’ll think I’ve married a poet if you’re not careful,’ Fee teased.
‘Hardly. That’s it I’m afraid.’ Tom yanked her to him, crushing the dress but guessing she wouldn’t care. Now he gave her the kiss he’d wanted to earlier, holding nothing back and drawing soft moans from the back of her throat.
‘Not cold out here any more, is it?’ Fee joked. She fumbled in the folds of her dress and drew out a small camera from the pocket. ‘Selfie time. Smile.’ Holding out the camera she did several rapid clicks. ‘This is for our private album.’
‘We have a private album?’
Fee’s eyes sparkled. ‘Of course. Can you guess the title?’
‘Didn’t know they had to have one.’
She shook her head. ‘Ignorant man. It’s snow, candles, lights, Lulu and green stuff.’ Fee touched his cheek. ‘You gave me everything today. It could be hard to live up to.’
‘I’ll do my best. Always. Every day.’
‘I know. And so will I,’ Fee promised. There was nothing more to be said.
* The End *
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Angela was born in St. Stephen, Cornwall, England. After completing her A-Levels she worked as a Naval Secretary. She met her husband, a US Naval Flight Officer while being based at a small NATO Headquarters on the Jutland Peninsula in Denmark. They lived together in Denmark, Sicily, California, southern Maryland and London before settling in Franklin, Tennessee.
Angela took a creative writing course in 2000 and loved it so much that she has barely put her pen down since. She has had short stories and novels published in the US. Her debut novel, Sugar & Spice, won Choc Lit’s Search for an American Star competition and is her UK debut.
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