Here Comes the Bride (Chapel of Love Book 3) Read online

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  Copyright © 2017 by Robin Lanier

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  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  A preview of A Small-Town Bride

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Also by Hope Ramsay

  Praise for Hope Ramsay

  Fall in Love with Forever Romance

  Newsletter

  For Tanni. Thanks for everything.

  Chapter One

  If Laurie Wilson could have controlled the weather for her wedding, she would have. She had controlled, planned, organized, and directed every other aspect of her special day. So when it rained for a solid seven days before the ceremony, Laurie exhausted herself with worry.

  She could have saved herself the angst because August twenty-sixth arrived with an endlessly azure sky more like September than late summer. And in true silver-lining fashion, the rain had broken the deep August drought leaving the asters, woodbine, and rudbeckia that grew in the meadow beside Laurel Chapel in full, glorious bloom.

  The day was as perfect as her dream.

  So was her wedding dress.

  The full-length mirror in the church’s waiting room provided a stunning reflection of the woman who was about to become Mrs. Brandon Kopp. Alençon lace dripped from her gown’s bodice while the Swarovski crystals along the sweetheart neckline sent colorful sparks of light along the walls and ceilings. Laurie pressed her hands down into the yards of netting in the skirt, feeling giddy.

  “You look gorgeous, princess,” Dad said from behind her, a tremor in his voice.

  For the first time in her life, Dad’s pet name actually fit. The A-line ball gown was princess-worthy, and her thick, unruly tresses had been braided into a crown that now bristled with baby’s breath like a living tiara.

  She turned around to find Dad, his hands jammed in the pockets of his dark gray suit, his dahlia boutonniere slightly askew. She stepped up to him and fixed the flower. “There,” she said, with butterflies flitting around in her core.

  He captured her hand and gave it a little kiss. “I can’t believe my little princess is getting married,” he said, a sheen in his eyes. “But I heartily approve of your groom.”

  “I do too,” she said with a grin. “And I’m happy the planning is finally over. I thought Mom and I would come to blows a few times over the last few months.”

  The door opened, and Laurie’s bridesmaids invaded in a swirl of burgundy chiffon and laughter. Madison Atwood, Emma Raynerson, and Jessica Westbrook were dear friends from college, and Brandon’s sister, Roxanne, was the maid of honor.

  “We’ve been sent to let you know that Brandon and the groomsmen are about to take their positions. It’s only a few more minutes,” Roxy said. “And I just wanted to tell you before the wedding toasts start that I’m so happy you’re going to be my sister-in-law. Brandon couldn’t have chosen any better.”

  A wave of joy percolated through Laurie. “Thank you so much.” She gave Roxy a fierce hug. “Not just for saying that, but for holding my hand the last few months. All of you have been terrific, really. I know I can get a little OCD about things, and you all have been so supportive, especially when Mom started throwing her weight around.”

  A tearful and slightly giggly group hug followed, but it didn’t last long because Courtney Wallace, the events coordinator for Eagle Hill Manor, opened the door and said, “It’s show time, ladies…and gent.” The strains of the Air from Bach’s Suite No. 3 in D—arranged for organ and violin—floated in from the sanctuary. A little flutter of excitement gnawed at Laurie’s insides as her friends left the room, lined up in the chapel’s small vestibule, and one by one, made their way down the aisle.

  She took Dad’s arm and looked up at him. He smiled and winked. “I love you, princess,” he said.

  “I love you too,” she murmured as the music changed from the Bach to Pachelbel’s Canon in D. She’d had a huge argument with Mom about this music choice. Mom wanted the traditional “Bridal Chorus” from Wagner’s opera Lohengrin. But Laurie was a bit of an opera buff, and in her estimation, the wedding in Lohengrin wasn’t one she wanted to emulate since the bride ends up dead at the end of the opera. So no “Bridal Chorus” for her. She regarded it as bad luck.

  Without the opening fanfare of “Here Comes the Bride” to signal her arrival, the wedding guests didn’t rise to their feet very quickly. But they did eventually get the message. She gripped Dad’s arm and looked ahead to where Brandon waited, dressed in a dark gray suit with his curly, almost-black hair falling over his forehead. He aimed his big blue eyes at her, and her heart beat a little faster.

  They’d known each other for ten years, since freshman year at George Washington University. They had hooked up a time or two in college but not seriously until five years ago. Brandon was the love of a lifetime. The only man she’d ever slept with. Her heart swelled in her chest as she arrived at the altar without tripping on the train of her dress. Thank God. She could check that worry off her list of possible disasters.

  She looked up into Brandon’s eyes. She’d imagined this moment thousands of times. His eyes would sparkle, maybe with unshed tears of joy. His mouth would curl at the corner and expose his adorable dimple. He’d wink…

  Wait. She’d
never imagined him frowning at her. What? Did he hate her dress? Was it too princessy? She knew it; she should have gone with the mermaid dress even though Mom hated it. Crap. The moment was spoiled forever.

  The minister interrupted her inner rant. “Dearly beloved. We have come together in the presence of God to witness and bless the joining together of —”

  “Wait,” Brandon said.

  “What?” The minister laid his finger down to mark his place in the Book of Common Prayer. Then he looked up at Brandon over the rims of his half-glasses.

  The bodice of Laurie’s dress chose that moment to become a tourniquet, shutting off her air supply.

  “What on earth are you doing?” In the front pew, Brandon’s father stood up with a thunderous look on his face.

  Brandon ignored his dad. He kept staring at Laurie with panic in his eyes. “Uh, Laurie, um…”

  “How dare you!” This came from Mom in the pew on the opposite side. Like Brandon, Laurie tried to ignore her mother while simultaneously trying to breathe.

  “I can’t,” Brandon said.

  “You can’t or you don’t want to?” Roxy asked. “Because, baby bro, there is a big difference.”

  “I…Well, both of those, actually.”

  “What?” Laurie finally managed to push out the word and suck in a gulp of air.

  Brandon took her by the hand, and the touch sent ice up her arm. She wanted to pull away from him but she was frozen in place. “Look, Laurie, you’re more or less the only girl I ever dated.”

  “So?” someone asked. Laurie wasn’t sure but it sounded like Andrew Lyndon, the best man.

  “I just don’t think either of us is ready for this. I mean, we don’t have enough experience.”

  “What?” That was definitely Mom’s voice. “You’re twenty-eight years old, for goodness’ sake. You’re not a couple of teenagers.”

  “Is there someone else?” Laurie could only whisper the words as the foundation of her world crumbled beneath her.

  Brandon’s eyes widened. “No, never. I swear, Laurie, I have never cheated on you. But I think we got on the wedding carousel and…” He stabbed a hand through his hair. “Shit,” he said under his breath as he turned away.

  “If there’s no one else, then—”

  “I just want a break, okay? Like six months. You know, like a trial separation.”

  “For crap’s sake, how can you have a separation if you’re not even married?” Dad asked in a tense voice.

  Laurie glanced at Dad, still standing there waiting to give her away. His face had gone pale and grave. He turned toward Brandon. “What is it you want, son?”

  “I just need time. You know, to make sure this isn’t a mistake.” And then he gave Laurie a sweet, sad smile and said, “And you need time too, Laurie. I think it would be good if we saw other people. Really. And then we can decide.”

  “Are you crazy? I love you. I don’t want to see other people.”

  He shook his head. “I’m really sorry. I know you spent a lot of time and money planning all this.” He turned and strode down the aisle and out of the chapel. His father climbed over a couple of wedding guests and hit the aisle at a dead run. Laurie hoped the old guy didn’t give himself a heart attack chasing after his son.

  Roxy must have had the same thought because she dropped her bouquet and tore after Mr. Kopp, saying, “Daddy, don’t kill yourself.”

  Dad glanced at Mom and snarled something obscene while the wedding guests went ominously silent, except for Mom, who collapsed in the front pew, openly weeping and maybe even wailing a little.

  Someone grabbed Laurie by the hand. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

  She looked up. Andrew Lyndon, the best man. Funny how he’d stayed and Roxy had gone. He tugged her forward, and she followed him down the aisle like a confused puppy. Behind her, the bridesmaids and the groomsmen followed in a disorderly retreat, and all Laurie could think about was that the musicians were supposed to play Mendelssohn’s “Wedding March” during the recessional.

  Andrew marched out of the chapel and down the path to the inn, his little sister, Amy, running ahead of him clearing the way. Behind him, the remaining bridesmaids and groomsmen, including his brother, Edward, and cousins Matt and Jason, followed like a formally clad flash mob.

  They hurried across the lawn, into the inn, up the sweeping staircase, and arrived at the Churchill Suite—Eagle Hill Manor’s signature guest room on the second floor. Amy, who was also an assistant wedding planner at the inn, opened the door with her passkey.

  “C’mon, boys, let’s go get wine,” Amy said, snagging Andrew’s brother and cousins. She looked up at Andrew. “We’ll be back. In the meantime, you hold down the fort. I can’t think of anyone better. You are the most levelheaded member of the Lyndon family.” She winked and gave him a sisterly smile.

  Wow, Amy had really grown up in the last year. Instead of a spoiled brat without ambition or focus, she had grown up to become a clever and competent woman. She’d married Dusty McNeil earlier in the summer over everyone’s objections, including his own. But as it turned out, everyone was wrong. Amy and Dusty were wildly happy, and Dusty had been exactly the medicine Amy had needed to heal the broken places in her once-aimless life.

  Amy took charge of Andrew’s younger brother and cousins like a mother hen and ushered them down the hall, leaving Andrew to deal with the distraught bride. He guided Laurie into the room, which was cluttered with suitcases packed and ready for a five-day honeymoon in Bermuda.

  He came to a stop on the Persian rug just inside the door. Now what?

  In his professional life, he’d mediated plenty of disputes, from simple divorce cases to complicated disagreements between litigants. This situation had Humpty Dumpty written all over it. No one was going to put this back together.

  He turned and allowed himself to look Laurie in the face. Her big hazel eyes stared back, oddly vacant. She might have been a wax statue, the way she stood stiff and unmoving without real expression. A beautiful wax statue, with her golden hair braided with flowers.

  What kind of idiot walks away from a woman like this?

  Before he could act, Madison, Emma, and Jessica closed ranks around Laurie and guided her to one of the wing chairs in the sitting room. She sank down into it, her big skirt billowing up around her, making her look like a frothy white cupcake.

  “I think we should find Brandon’s Camaro and mess it up,” Emma said.

  “Screw that, I want to kill him, not his car,” said Jessica.

  “Can I castrate him first?” Madison asked.

  “But I love him,” Laurie said in a watery voice as the first tear escaped the corner of her right eye.

  “Oh, baby, don’t cry for that SOB,” Madison said and then hurried into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a big wad of tissues, which she pressed into Laurie’s hand. Laurie accepted the tissues but did nothing to stanch the slow drip of tears. That controlled release of emotion wrenched Andrew’s heart more than sobs could have. She ought to be disconsolate. She ought to be angry.

  Fury boiled down in the pit of his stomach. He hadn’t felt rage like this since last spring, when he’d gone after Amy’s boyfriend in the mistaken belief that Dusty was taking advantage of his sister. Dusty, who knew how to settle disputes with his fists, had put a serious hurt on him.

  So much so that he’d enrolled in a weekly aikido class, where he’d learned something he’d always known. That the only way to defuse a fight was not to fight at all, but to find a way to make peace. And yet, despite all the training in the dojo, Andrew still wanted to strangle Brandon. How could his best friend do something so outrageously hurtful? Andrew knew what being dumped felt like. Val had walked out on him two years ago without any kind of warning. He’d almost moved on, but he would never forget that feeling of lost trust.

  The door banged open and in walked Andrew’s younger cousins, Matt and Jason, with several bottles of champagne and a big bucket of
ice. Amy trailed behind with a tray filled with champagne flutes.

  “We nabbed some of the champagne reserved for the wedding toast. We figured since it was already paid for, we—”

  “Shut up, Matt,” Andrew said, rolling his eyes toward Laurie. “And what happened to Edward?”

  “Our dear darling brother decided to find Brandon and talk to him,” Amy said, her voice unusually grave.

  Damn. That should have been Andrew’s job. Not only was he the best man, but he and Brandon were almost like brothers. They’d been in nursery school together, and their parents were old and dear friends. Maybe he could defuse the situation. Although if he were honest with himself, the only things he wanted to say to Brandon at the moment would probably not calm the situation down.

  So instead of leaving the bride to talk to the groom, he nabbed a bottle of champagne and started pouring. When everyone had received a glass, Jessica raised hers and said, “Here’s to castrating and then murdering Brandon Kopp, but only after we destroy his car.”

  The bridesmaids chorused, “Hear, hear.”

  Jason and Matt looked uncomfortable. Laurie just sat there holding her wineglass without drinking.

  “Uh, I don’t really feel like killing or castrating Brandon, and if you mess up his Camaro, he’s going to be really pissed,” Matt said, ever the socially insensitive one.

  Everyone looked at him as if he’d just farted in church. But Matt held his ground. “Look, you guys, Brandon is a friend. He’s more than a friend, really, since we all grew up with him and Roxy. I’m just saying that he should be praised for walking away if he wasn’t three hundred percent sure about getting married.”

  “Get the hell out of here.” Jessica got right up into Matt’s face and almost pushed him out of the room. Good for her. It saved Andrew from doing the same thing.

  “I think I’ll go too,” Jason said, leaving his untouched champagne glass on a side table.

  “Uh-oh,” Amy said, once Jason was gone. “This is going to get messy, isn’t it? Like a divorce. Edward was pretty blunt with us. He said Laurie had enough support and someone should be thinking about Brandon.”