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The others said their goodbyes, too, and left.
Winnie ruffled Matt s hair. You d better be good, or I ll tell Boone, she threatened.
Horrors! he said, but he laughed.
Winnie looked up at Kilraven and smiled. Thanks for driving us.
He slid his hands into his pockets and shrugged. I m not overburdened with work right now. I
enjoyed it. Your mother s in a class of her own.
Yes, Winnie said proudly. She is.
THE WEDDING WAS A quiet affair. Boone and Keely stood up with Winnie and Kilraven,
while Matt and Clark and a few local citizens who d heard about the wedding filled the benches near
the doors outside the probate judge s office.
The judge, a woman, looked from one of them to the other. You ready? she asked.
They nodded.
Please join hands. She looked at her book. Do you, Winona Sinclair, take McKuen Kilraven
for your husband&
McKuen. Winnie said it softly, surprised.
I was named for a famous poet, he said, glowering at her.
She smiled. I noticed. It suits you. I like it.
He smiled back. Thanks.
Ahem.
They glanced at the probate judge.
Sorry, Winnie said.
She laughed, shaking her head, then she continued.
And they were married. Kilraven bent to brush his mouth gently over Winnie s, but not with
any great enthusiasm. He looked uncomfortable in his dark suit, distinguished and almost untouchable.
Winnie was certain he was remembering his first wedding, and she was positive it wasn t in some
probate judge s office. Probably his first wife had had all the trimmings, including a beautiful gown
and flowers and&
Congratulations, Mrs. Kilraven! Keely laughed, and hugged her.
Mrs. Kilraven, Winnie said, shocked at the sound of the name that was now hers.
Hey, that s you, Keely teased.
Sorry. I was just thinking, she replied, and then flushed. She couldn t admit she d been
regretting her wedding.
Don t, Keely advised. Just be happy.
It s only temporary, Winnie whispered.
Is it? Keely replied in a whisper, and winked.
Boone bent to kiss his sister s cheek. You made a pretty bride, he said, admiring her neat
figure in the white suit she was wearing with a pillbox hat and a tiny veil.
She was clutching a small bouquet that she d had made up, of white roses and baby s breath.
Kilraven hadn t even noticed her suit or the bouquet. She was certain he hadn t thought of offering her
one. He was somber and quiet and introspective. She knew it wasn t the happiest day of his life. But it
was exciting to her. She was married! Even if it only lasted a few weeks, she was Kilraven s bride. She
smiled so radiantly that the newspaper photographer covering the private affair was almost too stunned
by her beauty to snap the picture. But he managed.
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Kilraven pulled himself together and tried to stop thinking back to his first wedding. He should
have offered Winnie a bouquet, at least, but he hadn t even done that. He d been resentful that he had
to marry her just to question a senator s wife. It was his own idea; why was he blaming her for it?
No, the pain came when he remembered Monica walking toward him down the aisle, dressed in
a lavender gown with a bouquet of lilac. It wasn t traditional, but neither was she. She d been lovely.
The most beautiful woman alive, with her long wheat-colored hair and her laughing blue eyes. He d
been in love. Deeply in love. The wedding had been the happiest day of his life, at least until little
Melly was born. Then his life began, even as Monica was finding other partners for her sensual
adventures. Kilraven had lived for his little girl. Until that night&
He heard voices around him and realized that he d been staring into space while people were
trying to congratulate him. He smiled and returned handshakes. He wasn t being fair to Winnie.
Whatever his own feelings, she was in love with him. It wasn t right to treat her so coolly on her
wedding day.
He moved to her side and curled her fingers into his. She looked up at him, surprised.
You really do look beautiful, he said softly, studying the way her long, thick, wavy blond hair [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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The others said their goodbyes, too, and left.
Winnie ruffled Matt s hair. You d better be good, or I ll tell Boone, she threatened.
Horrors! he said, but he laughed.
Winnie looked up at Kilraven and smiled. Thanks for driving us.
He slid his hands into his pockets and shrugged. I m not overburdened with work right now. I
enjoyed it. Your mother s in a class of her own.
Yes, Winnie said proudly. She is.
THE WEDDING WAS A quiet affair. Boone and Keely stood up with Winnie and Kilraven,
while Matt and Clark and a few local citizens who d heard about the wedding filled the benches near
the doors outside the probate judge s office.
The judge, a woman, looked from one of them to the other. You ready? she asked.
They nodded.
Please join hands. She looked at her book. Do you, Winona Sinclair, take McKuen Kilraven
for your husband&
McKuen. Winnie said it softly, surprised.
I was named for a famous poet, he said, glowering at her.
She smiled. I noticed. It suits you. I like it.
He smiled back. Thanks.
Ahem.
They glanced at the probate judge.
Sorry, Winnie said.
She laughed, shaking her head, then she continued.
And they were married. Kilraven bent to brush his mouth gently over Winnie s, but not with
any great enthusiasm. He looked uncomfortable in his dark suit, distinguished and almost untouchable.
Winnie was certain he was remembering his first wedding, and she was positive it wasn t in some
probate judge s office. Probably his first wife had had all the trimmings, including a beautiful gown
and flowers and&
Congratulations, Mrs. Kilraven! Keely laughed, and hugged her.
Mrs. Kilraven, Winnie said, shocked at the sound of the name that was now hers.
Hey, that s you, Keely teased.
Sorry. I was just thinking, she replied, and then flushed. She couldn t admit she d been
regretting her wedding.
Don t, Keely advised. Just be happy.
It s only temporary, Winnie whispered.
Is it? Keely replied in a whisper, and winked.
Boone bent to kiss his sister s cheek. You made a pretty bride, he said, admiring her neat
figure in the white suit she was wearing with a pillbox hat and a tiny veil.
She was clutching a small bouquet that she d had made up, of white roses and baby s breath.
Kilraven hadn t even noticed her suit or the bouquet. She was certain he hadn t thought of offering her
one. He was somber and quiet and introspective. She knew it wasn t the happiest day of his life. But it
was exciting to her. She was married! Even if it only lasted a few weeks, she was Kilraven s bride. She
smiled so radiantly that the newspaper photographer covering the private affair was almost too stunned
by her beauty to snap the picture. But he managed.
11
Kilraven pulled himself together and tried to stop thinking back to his first wedding. He should
have offered Winnie a bouquet, at least, but he hadn t even done that. He d been resentful that he had
to marry her just to question a senator s wife. It was his own idea; why was he blaming her for it?
No, the pain came when he remembered Monica walking toward him down the aisle, dressed in
a lavender gown with a bouquet of lilac. It wasn t traditional, but neither was she. She d been lovely.
The most beautiful woman alive, with her long wheat-colored hair and her laughing blue eyes. He d
been in love. Deeply in love. The wedding had been the happiest day of his life, at least until little
Melly was born. Then his life began, even as Monica was finding other partners for her sensual
adventures. Kilraven had lived for his little girl. Until that night&
He heard voices around him and realized that he d been staring into space while people were
trying to congratulate him. He smiled and returned handshakes. He wasn t being fair to Winnie.
Whatever his own feelings, she was in love with him. It wasn t right to treat her so coolly on her
wedding day.
He moved to her side and curled her fingers into his. She looked up at him, surprised.
You really do look beautiful, he said softly, studying the way her long, thick, wavy blond hair [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]