The Wedding Pact Box Set

by Denise Grover Swank

  As his gaze sought out hers, she walked to him, unable to keep away. She stopped a foot in front of him and placed her hands on his lapels. “You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes.

  His eyes searched hers for something—she wasn’t sure what. She offered him a soft reassuring smile and the twinkle in his eyes returned.

  They stared at each other for several seconds before Kevin made a production of releasing a groan. “Save it for the honeymoon.”

  Sadness flickered in Josh’s eyes, but only for a second before he wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her gently to his chest. “Give the girl a second,” he said to her brother. “She’s been overcome by my ruggedly handsome good looks.”

  Noah laughed, but Megan didn’t so much as spare him a glance. Josh was her sole focus. She didn’t want to lose him. What was she going to do?

  The men went back to take off their tuxes, and after a couple of minutes, Megan’s mother’s no-nonsense voice returned. “I’m glad you finally deigned to make an appearance because we have things that need to be done, and we’re desperately behind. I have an updated itinerary for you in the Navigator. Let’s go.”

  Megan spun around to face her. “Go? What about Josh?”

  “He’s going with his brother.”

  She shook her head, adamant. “No. Whatever I’m doing, he’s coming with me.”

  “It’s the day before your wedding, Megan,” her mother groaned in an exasperated tone. “After tomorrow, you can spend your entire life with him, but I need you today. It doesn’t help that your irresponsibility has added more things to our TBD list.”

  “How has my disappearance last night added to the list?”

  Her mother rolled her eyes. “Not last night, Megan. I’m talking about your weight and your hair.” She shuddered. “We were lucky my stylist could fit you in this afternoon.”

  Megan stared at her in disbelief. Her weight? Was she seriously bringing that up again?

  “What’s wrong with Megan’s weight?”

  She turned to see Josh, who had reappeared from the dressing rooms, now dressed in his jeans and shirt. There was an unmistakable undertone of menace in his voice.

  Gram sat up again, and Megan suspected the older woman’s nap had been faked to avoid interacting with Knickers. Smart woman.

  Surprisingly, her mother looked slightly embarrassed. “It’s . . . well . . . most brides lose weight before their weddings, and her dress was too small because she didn’t.”

  Josh’s eyes widened and a stunned silence followed her mother’s words. When he spoke, his voice was controlled and tight, showing more authority than Megan had ever heard him use. “Lose weight? Why would she lose weight? She’s absolutely perfect the way she is, and without being vulgar or crass, I like her curves just as they are. And as for her hair—” he closed the distance between them, “—it’s perfect, too.” He glanced at Megan’s mother, his gaze allowing for no argument. “This woman by my side is the woman I want to marry, exactly as she is right now. I don’t want her transformed into some cookie-cutter Barbie doll, so don’t you dare try to do it.”

  Her mother gaped at him, her mouth drooping open. He had done what Megan had previously thought impossible: He’d stunned Nicole Vandemeer into silence.

  Gram started to chuckle.

  His hand snagged Megan’s, his fingers curling around hers and holding tight. “So now that the stylist appointment can be canceled, what else do we need to do?”

  That shook her mother out of her stupor. “It’s on the itinerary.”

  “It’s a damn wedding,” Josh said, trying to keep his anger in check. “Not a global summit. What do Megan and I need to do today? Absolute musts only.”

  Her mother’s face reddened, although Megan wasn’t sure if it was from anger or embarrassment. Perhaps both. “She needs to pick up her dress and make sure it fits after the alterations. You both need to pick up the marriage license.”

  Megan’s hand grew clammy at the mere mention.

  Her mother’s resolve seemed to be returning, along with her haughtiness. “As I said in my message this morning, I have an appointment at Powell Gardens at two to go over everything for tomorrow with the event planner. I would prefer for Megan to come to that, but I need you both at the Platte County Courthouse at three thirty.”

  “Why so precise?” Megan asked.

  Her mother’s scowl deepened. “It’s all in the itinerary, Megan. Did you even bother to read it?”

  Megan figured her silence was answer enough.

  Her mother rolled her eyes again. “I have a photographer scheduled to be there to take your pictures.”

  “Getting our marriage license?”

  “It’s an important moment to preserve.”

  Megan shook her head, at a loss for words.

  “So Megan needs to pick up her dress, and we need to meet you at three thirty at the courthouse,” Josh said in a tone that was all business. It was obvious he’d axed the Powell Gardens stop as must-do. “Anything else?”

  “You were supposed to go see Bart at his office to take him his tux and make sure it fits before the shop closes today.” Her eyes hardened and she shot the clerk a glare. “And after today’s fiasco, it’s a good thing I already budgeted in time to make sure it worked out.”

  “Josh’s tux issues weren’t this poor man’s fault, Mother.”

  “Nevertheless . . .”

  “I’ll take care of it,” Noah said, stepping forward and clapping Josh on the shoulder. “You go spend the day with your bride-to-be. I’ll take Bart his tux.”

  Megan’s mother looked dubious.

  “I’d love to do it, Mrs. Vandemeer,” Noah said, using a toothpaste commercial smile that Megan was sure had gotten him more women than he could count.

  “If you’re sure . . .”

  Noah’s grin spread. “Well, that settles it. You two crazy kids go have fun picking up wedding dresses and getting that marriage license.” He turned slightly so Megan’s mother couldn’t see him snicker.

  “We’ll see you at three thirty.” Josh tugged on Megan’s hand and dragged her toward the front door.

  “Run, kids!” Gram called after them. “Escape while you can!”

  “Megan!” her mother called after her. “Do not let him see your dress.”

  “See you later, Mom,” she said as Josh continued out the door, not stopping until after he opened the car door for her.

  “You just bowled over my mother,” Megan said as she climbed into the driver’s seat. “Thanks.”

  His hand tightened around the edge of the car door, and his eyes darkened. “I probably should have let you handle it, but she infuriated me.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Does she seriously think you need to lose weight?”

  Megan looked up into his face, floored by the protectiveness radiating off him. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s just get the dress, then eat lunch.” She gave him a wicked grin. “I seem to have worked up an appetite.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  The bridal shop was only ten minutes away, and they made an unspoken pact not to talk about their impending troubles. Megan told Josh about all the spats she and her brother used to get into as kids and how all her friends used to crush on him, Blair included.

  “No offense,” Josh said in a dry tone, “but I have trouble imagining Blair developing a crush on anyone. It seems like she’d be happier if she were actually crushing them instead.”

  “I told you that she wasn’t always like this. She means well.” When he didn’t respond, she said, “Tell me more about growing up with your brother.”

  She pulled into the bridal store parking lot, and Josh held out his hands, beaming. “Looks like my Noah stories will have to wait.”

  “You can tell me at lunch.”

  Josh followed her into the bridal store, holding the door open for her. The saleswoman recognized her and smiled, probably in part because her mother was
nowhere in evidence. “We have your dress ready for you. Go on back to the fitting room, and I’ll bring it to you.”

  Josh looked around, wariness in his eyes as he took in the racks of lace, satin, and organza dresses.

  Megan laughed. “You don’t have to be in here, Josh. You can wait in the car.”

  “No, I want to see you in your dress.”

  “My mother specifically forbade it.”

  He gave her a wicked grin. “Since when do you obey your mother?”

  His words caught her off guard. Her entire life had been one act of secret disobedience after the other, except for her major, impossible-to-hide decisions like running off to college and moving to Seattle. It wasn’t that she was purposely hiding her defiance. She was avoiding conflict. Megan had no problem standing up to anyone else. So why couldn’t she stand up for herself with her mother?

  “Megan?” Josh asked, his smile fading.

  She threw her arms around his neck. She couldn’t believe she was considering what she was considering. Was this man, whom she’d only known for two days, worth the risk? What she felt for him scared her, but the thought of losing him scared her more.

  His arm tightened around her back, and his hand cupped the back of her head. “Hey, are you okay?”

  She leaned back and searched his face, not even sure what she was looking for—perhaps some sign that he was right there with her, that fate really had seated them together on that plane. Could there actually be something to the fortune teller’s prediction?

  “Do you want to just skip this?” he whispered, his eyes filled with worry. “It’s not like we’re really getting married.”

  She forced a smile. “No. I’m just being silly.” She broke loose from his hold. “You have a seat, and I’ll show it to you.”

  His eyes searched hers. “Are you sure?”

  “Sit,” she ordered, her good mood returning. “I’ll be out after I wrestle this monster on.”

  “Okay.”

  She found the saleswoman in the back waiting with the crinoline skirt. “Do you have a strapless bra?”

  Megan cringed. “No.”

  “Not to worry. Your mother had us set one aside.”

  “Of course she did,” Megan mumbled.

  “You get undressed and put on the bra. Then I’ll be in to help you with the dress.”

  Megan didn’t waste time disrobing and putting on the bra. The saleswoman returned moments later and helped her pull the fluffy skirt over her head.

  “Tomorrow I’m sure your hair will be done, so you’ll probably want to step into the slip, but the dress will still have to go over your head.”

  “Okay,” Megan said, only half listening. None of it mattered. She would never wear the dress again anyway.

  The clerk removed the dress from the hanger. “Ready?” the woman asked, holding the dress toward her.

  “As much as I’ll ever be.”

  The clerk gave her a questioning look but kept silent.

  It took several minutes to get the dress over her head and laced in the back. The clerk opened the door and helped her maneuver the massive skirt through the opening. “Are you sure you want the groom to see you?” the woman asked. “Some people believe it’s bad luck.”

  “I’ve had enough bad luck to last me a lifetime. I’ll risk it.” She picked up the skirt and rounded the corner.

  Josh was sitting in a chair, his legs extended and crossed at the ankles, his arms crossed over his chest. When she entered the viewing area, he sat upright, his gaze combing her from head to toe.

  She stepped onto the short stage and dropped the fluffy skirt.

  Josh still eyed her, his face expressionless.

  Megan cocked an eyebrow. “That bad, huh?”

  He shook his head and stood. “The opposite of bad.”

  She looked down at the massive skirt, her nose wrinkling in disgust. “I look like Cinderella . . . if she stuck her finger in the light socket just before running off to the ball to seduce Prince Charming. Now all I need is a pair of glass slippers. But it fits the princess theme, so if Knickers is happy, everyone is supposed to be.”

  “But you’re not happy?”

  “What does it matter? It’s not like there’s going to be a wedding anyway.”

  The sales clerk, who had begun inspecting the seams on the dress, jerked her head up in surprise but refrained from comment.

  “Why did you buy the dress if you hate it so much?” Josh asked.

  “First of all, I don’t really hate the dress. It’s beautiful. It’s just not what I wanted. And I didn’t order it. My mother did.” She took a deep breath to keep from tearing up, but her voice still broke as she continued, “Apparently the dress I chose—the dress I love—didn’t fit in with her princess theme, so she ordered this one.”

  “You’re kidding?”

  “I wish I was.”

  “That’s just not right.”

  She lifted one shoulder into a half-shrug, trying to convince herself it didn’t matter, even though it still hurt. “It is what it is.”

  “Which one did you pick?”

  Megan’s head jerked up in surprise. “It doesn’t matter now.”

  “It matters to me. Which one did you pick? I want to see it.”

  A warmth spread through her chest, and she resisted the urge to hug him. “I don’t even know if they have it anymore.”

  “We do,” the sales woman said, standing upright.

  “How do you know about it?” Megan asked, looking over her shoulder at her. “I don’t remember you being here when I tried on dresses last fall.”

  “I wasn’t. But I took the call when your mother changed the order. It was too late to cancel the first dress, but your mother pitched such a fit the manager let her order the new one, taking the loss and hoping we’d sell the original. I’ve never heard of a bride’s mother canceling a bride’s dress behind her back like that. It was the talk of the store for weeks. We would have called you if any of us knew how to reach you.”

  “You still have it?” Megan asked.

  The woman nodded.

  “Can she try it on?” Josh asked.

  “Sure . . .” the woman said. “But you can’t trade it. This dress has already been altered to fit you. No refunds.”

  “That’s okay,” Josh said. “I still want to see it on her.”

  “This one looks beautiful,” the woman said, fluffing the skirt, then stepping off the stage. “But I’ll pull the other one if you want to see it.”

  “Thanks,” Josh said, offering his hand to Megan.

  “Why are you doing this?” she asked as she stepped down next to him.

  “Don’t you want to try it on again?”

  Did she? “I don’t see the point.”

  She loved the dress, yes, but this whole charade had gotten out of hand. Her mother had spent the equivalent of a year’s salary on the wedding, and for what? Wasn’t a wedding supposed to be the commitment of two people who not only loved each other but genuinely liked each other enough to promise a lifetime commitment? This wedding would be no less of a farce if Jay were here with her now. She had thought she loved Jay, but now she wasn’t sure she’d even liked him. She was embarrassed to admit it to herself, but there it was. The truth. Finding Jay nailing his secretary on his desk was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

  But if she were teasing the truth out of this screwed-up mess, she also knew that the dress she’d chosen meant something to her. It had been her symbol that she would get married someday and have a different marriage than her parents did. She’d almost screwed up with Jay, but she was realizing what was important. And the man in front of her ranked very high on that list, even after only knowing him a few days.

  He gave her a coaxing smile. “Indulge me.”

  She returned to the fitting room and waited for the woman to come back and help her change. The dress she’d chosen was lighter, and rather than the crinoline skirt of the Cinderella dress, its
skirt was made of swathes of silk with scattered gatherings around the skirt and a small train. The bodice was like a wrap dress, with a V-neck that showed off her chest without revealing too much cleavage. The first dress had been strapless, but this one had short, silk, off-the-shoulder sleeves.

  “This dress does suit you better,” the saleswoman said as she zipped up the back. “You need a different veil. I don’t think the tiara your mother picked would work. Wait a moment. I have one in mind.”

  She was back within seconds, holding a comb with an attached veil, which she carefully arranged on top of Megan’s head. “That’s much better,” the woman said, but there was regret in her voice. “It’s such a shame your mother didn’t stick with this one. I really do wish we could exchange it.”

  “It’s okay. I’m not getting married anyway.” The saleswoman started to say something, but Megan interrupted her. “It’s a long story. Josh is just filling in.”

  The woman took it in stride, which made Megan wonder how many weird stories she heard in her line of work. “Well, let’s let your substitute groom see you.”

  “Okay,” Megan said, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The sales clerk was right. This dress was so much more her. While she hadn’t thought anything of showing the other dress to Josh, this one mattered. What if he didn’t like it?

  His back was turned, his eyes gazing out the shop’s windows, but he must have heard the ruffle of silk because he turned slowly to look at her.

  She took several steps toward him, then stopped, searching his face for a reaction.

  He must have seen the worry in her eyes because he closed the distance between them, gently slipped his hand behind her head and pulled her mouth to his. It was a soft kiss, gentle and reassuring. When he lifted his head, his eyes were filled with warmth. “God, Megan. You’re beautiful.”

  She flushed, slightly irritated with herself that his opinion meant so much.

  “Your mother is an idiot,” he murmured, picking up her hand as he took a step back. “This dress is so much more you.”

  The clerk stood behind Megan, smiling sadly. “It fits perfectly. This dress looks like it was made for you.”