Bride Quartet Collection

by Nora Roberts

  “The why’s the reason you got hurt.”

  “Put it down to a clusterfuck.” That’s what he’d done. That’s what he’d had to do to get past it. “Anyway, I had that initial moment—gag’s gone south; then the next—I can deal. Then . . . then the next when I knew I couldn’t and thought I was dead. We’re talking seconds from one point to the next, but it all slows down.There’s noise—snatches and bursts—and outside this tunnel you’re in, it’s just a blur. But inside, everything’s slowed down so that few seconds is endless. And it’s goddamn terrifying. That’s before the pain.”

  He had to take a breath, had to calm a little.While he did, she walked to the workbench and took out the bottle of water he’d tossed in with the beer.

  She opened it, and with her eyes steady on his, handed it to him.

  Jesus, he thought. Jesus, she was a piece of work. An amazing piece of work.

  “Okay.” He cooled his throat. “After the pain, you know you’re not dead. You just want to be. Inside you’re screaming, and that sound’s barely human. You can’t get even that sound out when you’re choking on your own blood. When you can’t breathe because your lungs have started to collapse. It’s more than you can stand, those seconds, trapped in the pain, waiting to die. Wanting to so it’ll just end.

  “What good does it do for you to know this?” he demanded.

  “It’s part of you. We’re not blank slates, Malcolm. What we’ve done, what we’ve survived, all go into us.What happened to those girls, your reaction to it—”

  “I don’t know why it hit me the way it did. Maybe because it had been a long day, maybe because it was close to home. I don’t flash back to my own crash every time I deal with a wreck. It’s not like that.”

  “What is it like?”

  “It’s over, or I wouldn’t be standing here. It started being over when I woke up in the hospital. Not dead. It’s a pretty big deal, not being dead, and I wanted to stay that way.”

  He put the water down to get the broom and dustpan, and started sweeping up the broken glass.

  “If it had to hurt like ten levels of hell, okay. I’d lived through the crash, I’d live through that. Need to put me back together with pins? Go right ahead, as long as I walked out of there. I started making plans to do that; it was a way to get through. No more living day to day.”

  “You pushed the rewind button.”

  He glanced back at her. “Yeah, in a way. Or maybe I switched to forward. But I knew when I woke up, and my mother was sitting there, when I saw her face, I knew I wasn’t going back. I’m not going to say I’m all she had, or has, because she’s more than that. But I could stop living the kind of life that put the rest of her family at risk that way. I got the chance to do something for her, and to move forward for myself.”

  He sighed now, dumped the glass with a clatter into the trash. “She wouldn’t go home. Even when I got strong enough to yell at her, to piss her off, I couldn’t make her go.”

  “Is that what you wanted?” she asked quietly. “Did you want her to go?”

  “I . . . No. God, no. But I didn’t want her to stay the way things were either. She quit her job, picked up work waiting tables out there. I walked out on her when I was eighteen, that’s basically what I did. Sure I sent her money, but I could count on one hand the number of times I came back to see her. But she wouldn’t leave me alone. I got a chance to change things, and I took it. That’s all.”

  “You’re very lucky to have your mother.”

  “I know it.”

  “And she’s fortunate to have you.”

  “We do okay.”

  “Malcolm, how would you define you and me? What we have going on?”

  “How would you?”

  “No, no, you get away with that too often.The question is on the table. Pick it up.”

  “Jesus, Parker, sometimes it’s hard to follow you. I apologized for last night, and I gave you reasons. More than I like getting into.”

  “Do I take that to mean you can’t define what we have?”

  “I wasn’t looking to define it.” He picked the water back up, put it back down. “If I had to, I’d say we have a situation.”

  “A situation.” Her breath came out on a laugh. “All right. Do you think I want to be in a situation with you and not know how you dealt with a trauma, how it affected you, how it—or you because of it—changed the direction of your life?”

  “Clearly you don’t.”

  “It’s important to you to know how things work. Well, I can’t know how you work, or how we might work, if I don’t have all the pieces.”

  That hit home with him. “I get that, but I didn’t like all the pieces, so—like I’m doing with this Jeep—I modified them. I don’t run the same way I did before the crash. I don’t think we’d be in this situation if I did.”

  “We’ll never know, but I like who you are, Malcolm, and that includes where you came from. I don’t want to feel like I’m intruding anytime I ask you a question about where you came from.”

  “That’s not how I want you to feel. I just don’t like digging through the past. It’s gone.”

  “I just don’t agree. Don’t you remember the first time you rode a two-wheeler or kissed a girl or drove a car?”

  “I remember the first time I kissed you, except you made the move. Fourth of July.”

  All right, she thought, enough for tonight. Let it go.“That was to kick at Del.”

  “I still got the benefits.” He glanced at his hands. “I’m not in any shape to touch you without messing you up. And that’s a nice suit.”

  “Then hold still and keep your hands to yourself.” She moved to him, leaned in, laid her lips on his.

  “I hope you don’t consider that make-up sex.”

  “It’s the best you’re going to get under the circumstances.”

  “Maybe you could hang out awhile. Guys love it when women hang out and watch them work on cars.”

  “We do that to placate you.”

  He lowered the Jeep a couple feet. “When did you ever date anybody who got under a car?”

  “I haven’t—previously—but Mac did, so I have it on good authority.”

  Relaxed, with whatever had been balled in his throat, in his gut, loosened, he grinned at her. “That’s sexist. I’ve known plenty of female motorheads.”

  “That sort wouldn’t be expected to ‘hang out and watch.’”

  “Fine. Can you reach the steering wheel?”

  “I suppose, but—”

  “Do me a favor. Go on up there, turn it all the way to the right. Then all the way to the left.”

  “Why?”

  “Because lifting the suspension like this involves a lot of mods, and I want to make sure there’s no interference before I put the wheels on.”

  “What would you have done if I hadn’t come by?”

  “Stayed mildly pissed off.All the way right,” he added, then got down on a creeper and scooted under the Jeep.

  “I meant about the Jeep, but I actually prefer that answer.” She leaned inside, turned the wheel. “Like that?”

  “Yeah, looks good. Really good view from down here.”

  “You’re supposed to be looking at whatever’s under this Jeep, not under my skirt.”

  “I can do both.To the left, Legs.”

  “Do you think your mother would like to come to Thanksgiving dinner?”When he said nothing for a moment, she cast her eyes at the ceiling. “Or would Thanksgiving dinner be out of place in our situation?”

  “Give me a minute.” He rolled out, grabbed a tool, rolled under again.

  She heard some light clanging. “Turn it again.There we are.”

  He rolled out, rose, then stepped over to pick up an enormous tire. Why did he call it a wheel? Maybe the wheel was what she thought of as the inside the tire holder—and fit it on . . . would that be the axle?

  Why the hell did she care?

  “I’ve never been in this particular situation
.”

  “I see.”

  “No, you don’t.” He used some sort of air tool that made a loud hiss, a thump.“I’ve been in situations, but this particular one’s different.”

  “I do see, Malcolm. It’s a different situation for me, too. And I understand, really, if a traditional family holiday doesn’t fit.”

  “I guess we can find out. I know she’d like it, but she’s going to ask me all kinds of questions, like the dress code or—”

  “It’s black tie.”

  She kept her face bland for about five seconds while he made an obvious struggle not to swear. “Oh, for God’s sake, Malcolm.” She had to laugh. “There’s no code. And for a good chunk of the day, like the majority of households in America, at least the male portion of the group will be in front of the TV watching football.”

  “I bet the cranberry sauce won’t come out of a can, like in the majority of households in America.”

  “There you’ve got me. I’ll talk to your mother, and spare you the inquisition.”

  “You’d think. Appreciate it, but she’ll still grill me, and she’ll stay on my ass so I end up wearing a suit.”

  “You look good in a suit.Why are those tires so big?”

  “Because the kid who owns the Jeep is a show-off.” He pressed the lift button until the tires were on the ground.“I need to check the steering again, like this, then with each side jacked up to max. Need to do the front-end alignment.”

  He studied the Jeep, then the woman. “I can do that in the morning. Why don’t I wash up, lock up, then take you out to dinner?”

  “It’s a little late for dinner.”

  Since he wasn’t wearing a watch, he gestured toward her wrist, angled his head to read hers. “Yeah, I guess it is, unless you haven’t had dinner.”

  “Tell you what. Why don’t you wash up, lock up, then follow me home. I’ll scramble you some eggs. It’s today’s special.”

  “That’ll work. Parker? I’m glad you came by.”

  PARKER GRABBED THE PHONE AND ROLLED OUT OF BED AT THE same time. Her quick glance at the time told her it was barely five, and Friday evening’s bride was already up.

  “Good morning, Leah. How—”

  She broke off, slipping into the adjoining sitting room as the bride relayed the crisis.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry. No, listen, don’t worry about the time. I’m yours all day. I don’t want you to worry about anything to do with the wedding. If you talk to Justin, tell him we’re all keeping his mother in our thoughts.We’ll work out the rest, Leah. Leave it to me. Let me ask you this: Can one of the other groomsmen stand as best man?”

  Parker listened, grateful her bride kept her cool despite having the best man on his way to Seattle on her wedding day.

  “That’s good.Yes, that still leaves you short a groomsman. Is it possible either you or Channing knows someone who could fill in? Yes, I understand it’s very last minute, and there’s the matter of fit with the vests and the shirts you decided on.”

  Pursing her lip, she eased the door open, narrowed her eyes at Malcolm, who’d taken advantage of her absence to sprawl diagonally over the bed.

  “I might have someone who’d fit. I understand neither you nor Channing know him, but . . . No, don’t think about it. Let me see what I can do, and I’ll get back to you. I promise you, we’ll take care of everything. Give me about an hour.”

  Parker slipped back into the bedroom, considered strategy.

  It never hurt to soften up the quarry.

  She eased back into bed, snuggled up against his back. It was hard work, she thought as she stroked a hand down his flank, brushed her lips over his bare shoulder. But somebody had to do it.

  And he was warm, firm. When she glided her hand over his hip, over his belly, down, she smiled and thought, very firm.

  She danced her fingers down his thigh, up again. Then got serious about the task at hand. Using hands and lips, she stirred him awake, shifted him onto his back where she saw his sleepy eyes glint in the dark.

  “Good morning,” she murmured, laying a line of kisses down his chest.

  “It’s looking that way.”

  She nibbled at his throat, gentle, teasing bites. “Since I was up, and so were you . . .” She worked her way up to his ear as his hands moved over her. “I hope you don’t mind if I just help myself.”

  “Do what you gotta do.”

  She laughed and straddled him. She slid up, offering her breasts to his mouth, and let herself fall into the lazy pleasure. There was still so much of him she didn’t really know, so much about him she might never fully understand.

  But here, in the dark, they knew each other.

  She rose up, took him in.

  She surrounded him, body, scent, the sound of her breathing sighing out, the taste of her lingering on his tongue. She moved over him, pale shadow, soft fantasy, warm woman. Before morning broke she took him over, ruled him, owned him.

  When she bowed back, taking that reckless fall, she pulled him with her.

  She made a sound he equated with a cat licking up the last drop of milk, then stretched out on him, full-length.

  “Now that . . .” She repeated the sound. “That’s a perfect way to start the day.”

  “Breakfast of champions.”

  “Mmm.When do you have to go into work?”

  “Seven, maybe seven thirty. With this kind of jump-start I might grab a half hour in the gym.What the hell time is it?”

  “You’ve got a couple hours.You’ll be back later?”

  “Yeah, I’ll come back.” His fingers trailed lazily up and down her spine. “I should be able to get away about four if you’re looking for some help tonight.”

  “That would be great.” She smiled, turned her head to kiss the side of his neck. “Since the call that gave us this lovely early start was from this evening’s bride, and there’s a complication.”

  “I’ll make sure I get back. I figure I owe her.”

  It was, Parker thought, almost too easy. “Actually, you’re just the one to solve the complication.”

  “What? The limo needs a tune-up? Or some Cinderella carriage needs a wheel changed?”

  “You’d be the one to call. But no.” She kissed his stubble-roughened cheek.“The groom’s best friend, and best man, had to fly to Seattle this morning.”Then the other.“His mother’s having emergency surgery.”

  “That’s rough. Serious?”

  “Peritonitis.They’re worried about sepsis, and other complications. More, she was out there taking care of her mother, who just had a hip replacement, so it’s doubly difficult for everyone. Leah and Channing are worried about their friend, their friend’s mother, and are missing a best man. They’ll upgrade one of the groomsman for that, but that leaves them one short.”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  “So, we’ll need a substitute, and one who’s about the same build as Justin, the best man, so the tux fits.”

  “Right.”

  “You’re about a thirty-eight long, right? Thirty-two waist? I’d say a thirty-five sleeve.”

  “I guess. I haven’t . . . Whoa. Wait.” When he pushed at her shoulders, she just burrowed in.

  “You’d be doing me a huge favor.You’ll like Channing. He’s a sweetheart. He and Leah actually grew up together, so to speak. They were an item for a while in high school, then lost touch for a bit during the college years until—”

  “You’ve got to be kidding.”This time he put a little more into the shove and rolled her off.“You don’t seriously expect me to put on some guy’s tux and—”

  “I really think it’ll fit. Del needs a forty, and Jack’s a regular. And they wouldn’t be able to wear their own, as the wedding party’s coordinated.”

  “There’s no way I’m—”

  “Consider it pinch hitting. That’s really all it is.” She rolled back, sliding over his chest. “You’ve been in a wedding before, haven’t you?”

  “Yeah, but—”

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��All you have to do is show guests to their seats, stand up there with the groomsmen, and then escort a very attractive attendant in the recession. It would really take a huge burden off Leah and Channing.”

  “Maybe I’d care about that if I knew Leah and Channing.”

  “You know me.You’d really be helping me out, Malcolm.” She brushed a kiss along his jaw. “And I’d really appreciate it.”

  “I’ve got to work.”

  “But you’ll be here in plenty of time. Really, if you’re back by five forty-five, I can make it work. I’ll take care of all the details. All you have to do is wear the tux—oh, and the shoes you wore for Sherry’s wedding would be fine—”

  “Thank God.”

  “Sarcasm noted, and ignored.You just show up, look gorgeous, and direct a few people to their seats. It’s going to be a beautiful wedding.The cake’s amazing. Chocolate marble with a marbleized fondant over buttercream. Laurel’s serving it in pools of caramel sauce.”

  “You think I can be bribed with cake?”

  “It’s exceptional cake.” Now she nipped, ever so lightly, at his jaw. “And I bet I can confiscate some extra caramel sauce for . . . later.”

  “Now you’re bribing me with caramel-sauce sex?”

  “I am.”

  “You’re freaking diabolical, Legs.”

  “Thanks.”

  “And the wake-up call? That was to prime me for all this?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “It was good thinking.”

  “You’ll do it?”

  “I’d like to meet the man who can hold out against caramel sauce.”

  “Thank you.” She planted a hard, noisy kiss on his mouth. “Seriously, thank you. I’ve got to call Leah, let her know.” She jumped out of bed, grabbed the phone. “Don’t worry about a thing.All you have to do is be here, and I’ll coach you through the rest.”

  “Yeah, yeah.”

  And as she called the bride, Malcolm pulled a pillow over his face.