The wedding cake is to die for, Nancy promised, obviously proud of her husbands accomplishment. Dick outdid himself.
Dont oversell me, sweetheart, he cautioned, grinning as he slid an arm around his wife.
It was then that Lane noticed Nancy Arnold was radiantly pregnant. She had never seen a happier couple. Allison must have been equally aware of their joy in each other. She hooked an arm through her fiancés arm and drew him close, as though to prove her own happiness.
Her small action troubled Lane. She eyed the groom standing silently beside Allison. Hale McGuire was tall and classically handsome, but there was something about him that lacked substance. What bothered Lane, however, was Allisons determination about him. It struck her as missing a natural conviction. She hoped she was wrong.
Allison thanked the Arnolds, then asked, Do you know if Teddy Brewster finished the flowers on the island?
The florist? Nancy nodded. Must have. He rented a snowmobile from us for the crossing, and it was back in place this morning and his car gone.
Dick frowned. The funny thing is, though, he never stopped in
to collect his deposit. Made me wonder.
I wouldnt worry about it, Allison assured him. Teddy is unpredictable, definitely an eccentric, but his arrangements are award winners.
An impatient Hale interrupted the exchange. Here comes our transportation, he said, indicating a pair of horse-drawn sleighs cutting along the edge of the ice in the direction of the dock.
Bells and all, Nancy observed with an expression of envy. A Christmas wedding in a marvelous old lodge on a winter-wonderland island, and with horse-drawn sleighs to get you there. Now, you cant get much more romantic than that.
Dan Whitney chuckled. Not to mention slightly impractical, considering the place was meant chiefly as a summer retreat, but our Allison here has been stubbornly insistent about this weekend.
Rather mysteriously so, Lane thought, agreeing with him. In fact, there were too many little intrigues connected with this whole situation. Including her own involving that promise, she supposed. But Nancy Arnold was right. The concept of Allisons Christmas Day wedding on the island tomorrow was wonderfully romantic. She just wished it didnt require crossing the ice.
But she was not, Lane promised herself, absolutely not going to be a coward about it. Anyway, not an obvious one. Allison deserved to have her special holiday wedding without anything spoiling it.
The Arnolds wished the company a pleasant crossing and then retreated to their inn as the sleighs, decorated with wreaths for the occasion, arrived at the landing. The drivers began to load the luggage.
The fifth member of the party, silent and bored until now, muttered, Finally we get to go. My cheeks are frostbitten standing around on this dock. And I dont mean the ones on my face.
Lane wasnt surprised. Along with triple earrings in one of his earlobes and a badly scarred bomber jacket, fifteen-year-old Stuart Bauer wore the regulation torn jeans of a rebel teenager. The denim was so faded and thin that it barely covered his backside.
Veronica Bauer, mother to both Stuart and Hale and the sixth member of the group, favored her younger son with an indulgent smile. I wouldnt count on that, Stuie.
Lane eyed the woman in her expensive mink coat, sensing she wasnt the type to be concerned in the least about political correctness. Ronnie Bauer amazed her. She had to be well past fifty, but artful makeup and a head of glorious black hair took almost two decades off her age. That and a few surgical enhancements, Lane suspected. There was a flamboyant, hungry quality about Ronnie. Hale was plainly embarrassed by her, his much younger half brother barely tolerant.
Yeah? Stuart challenged his mother. How come?
Because, pet, she drawled, turning up the collar of her fur, were still missing the best man. Or hasnt anyone noticed?
Lane was confused. She knew that Dan Whitney, as a Wisconsin judge, was scheduled to marry his cousin and Hale tomorrow. She had assumed, therefore, that Stuart would serve as his half brothers best man. This was the first she had heard about an addition to the party.
And there it was againAllison casting another of her swift glances in her direction. Lane was beginning to have a distinctly uneasy feeling.
Allison? she softly questioned her friend.
Hell get here, Allison announced loudly to the company. He promised.
She would say no more, but Lane noticed that the subject was completely uninteresting to Hale. Odd, since it was his best man they were discussing.
The luggage was loaded by now. They spent another five minutes waiting on the dock. Stuart complained again about the cold, which really wasnt all that bad since there wasnt a breath of wind.
Lane was about to tackle her friend again over the subject of the best man when a powerful, sporty car flashed onto the scene and swung sharply into the parking lot adjoining the dock area.
Stuart passed judgment on the gleaming red vehicle with an emphatic Cool!