“What are you going to wear? It’s impossible to get a dress made by this afternoon.”
Victoria giggled. “I’m going to wear that awful skirt and blouse I wore for the first week on the trail. You kidnapped me in it. Now you can marry me in it.”
Chapter Twenty-eight
“Sydney!”
“Sydney Carlin Attmore,” Trinity said.
“Sydney,” Victoria repeated in accents of loathing. “You can’t seriously expect me to call you by that sickening name.”
“My mother did.”
“I don’t care. I couldn’t do it and keep a straight face.”
“You should try being named Sydney.”
“You’re no more a Sydney man I’m a Petunia,” Victoria declared. “What would our sons think? Trinity at least has character. But Sydney!”
“Then call me Trinity.”
“But it’s not your name!”
“I don’t care. You can call me George, Frank, even Attmore. I won’t care as long as you call me something.”
Victoria laughed. “I’ll call you Trinity. You might be used to being called Tom, Dick, or Harry, but I can’t think of you as anyone but Trinity. What were some of your other names?”
“Tom, Dick, and Harry.”
“I’m serious. I want to know.”
“Maybe I’ll tell you someday, but not now.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to forget that part of my life. There’s not much there to be proud of.”
“I think there is. There are probably a lot of things you don’t want to remember just now, but they won’t bother you so much a few years from now.”
“Probably not.”
“Anyway, I don’t want you to wait until you forget too much.”
“Why?”
“I’m not sure. I guess it’s because there’s a little bit of you in each of those names. I want to know everything about you. Maybe someday I’ll go to all the places you’ve been and collect the bits.”
“Some of the bits aren’t very pleasant.”
“I didn’t expect they would be, but I don’t want to miss a single one.”
The only bits that count are here, right now. The others belong to somebody I tried to be but never was.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
“Hmmmm. Sounds like a man trying to hide his secrets. I wonder if I should talk to Ben. I’ll bet he knows some real juicy bits.”
“You’re the only juicy bit I have any interest in.” Trinity picked her up and deposited her on the bed.
“Trinity you can’t mean to …”
“I certainly do.”
“But we’re getting married in less than an hour.”
“What better way to celebrate our union.”
“People usually wait until after the ceremony for this celebration.”
“Before and after is better.”
Victoria gave up. She didn’t mind letting him have things his way … as long as his way was her way as well.
About the Author
Leigh Greenwood is the award-winning author of over fifty books, many of which have appeared on the USA Today bestseller list. Leigh lives in Charlotte, North Carolina. Please visit his website at http://www.leigh-greenwood.com/.
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