Page 17 of The Taste of Charity
“I’m saying it because it’s true. Jameson is one lucky damn man.”
“I’m the lucky one. I can’t believe he waited this long to get married.”
“It’s only been a year.”
“He wanted to get married the first time we slept together.”
“He’s a smart man. He knows when he’s on a good thing!”
I laugh and hug her. “You are damn good for my ego.”
She straightens my veil, tugging at it lightly. “You know, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. You and Jameson.”
I shake my head. “I just got you an interview. You’re the one that worked your ass off to make something of yourself.”
“Well, Jameson could have fired me the day after I started.”
“The day you accidentally dropped a wrench on his foot?”
“Yeah, that,” she laughs.
“He’s not a vindictive man. He knew it was an accident.”
“He still didn’t have to give me insurance to cover my daughter’s medical expenses. Or the time off to take her to all those specialists that he called.”
“He knew a guy,” I insisted.
“I know. I heard he fixed his car. He’s just a good man. He makes me think there really are good men out there.”
“There are. Don’t you dare give up hope.” I eye the little blonde with the haunted dark eyes. “There’s a man out there who is perfect for you. A man who wants to take care of you.”
“A man who wants to take on all my problems?”
“If he’s a good man he does.”
“Hey in there! It’s time!”
Garth sticks his head around the door. He works with my husband and he’s not just the best man. He’s walking me down the aisle.
Hannah flushes and I see Garth’s eyes drift to her.
Pushing the fledgeling thought aside, I nod at Garth. “Let’s do this.”
He holds out his arm to me and Hannah. She giggles and lightly touches her hand to his arm.
I place my hand on his other arm.
Then I’m walking down the aisle, my focus entirely on the man waiting at the end of the aisle, his bright blue eyes glistening with tears.
“You’re so stunning, princess. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”
The pastor clears his throat and begins the service. All of it passes in a daze as my eyes stay locked on his. He smiles when I hiccup to say “I do.”
“Forever,” he sighs.
His lips meet mine softly and then he tugs me closer, his fingers winding in my hair, practically tearing out the veil.
“Uh-um.” The minister clears his throat and we pull apart.
