Finally a Bride

No, Reese shouldn’t have a problem with Garrett assisting the widow in the expansion of her business holdings. Something else had to be wrong. “Reese—”

“Come with me.”

Garrett nodded, even as his boss turned and headed down the hallway in swift, ground-eating strides.

Once they entered his office, Reese glanced over his shoulders. “Shut the door behind you.”

Garrett did as requested.

In silence, the other man moved behind his desk and sat. His brow creased in utter confusion, he clasped the back of his neck, circled his head and sighed heavily.

“Problem?” Garrett asked.

Reese’s jaw tightened. “You could say that.”

“Something to do with the firm?”

“No. I...” He trailed off, glanced out the window then back to Garrett. “I just spoke with Fanny.” He didn’t expand. He simply leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on a spot just over Garrett’s shoulder.

Sensing he wasn’t going to like what came next, he remained tactfully silent. But when Reese continued blinking at nothing in particular, Garrett pressed for more. “What did my sister have to say?”

Reese closed his eyes for a second and then opened them, his gaze sharply focused on Garrett now. Anger. Pain. Bafflement. All three glared out at him.

Garrett braced himself.

“Fanny broke off our engagement.”

“She...no.” Garrett exhaled roughly, completely astounded by the news. “That can’t be right.” He must have misunderstood, must have heard wrong.

“I assure you, it’s true.”

“But...” Garrett struggled for words. “She’s happy, really happy. She told me so.” Just the other day. She’d jumped into his arms and said, Oh, Garrett, I’m the most blessed woman in the world.

What had changed since then?

Something. Something she hadn’t shared with him. “What did Fanny say, exactly?”

Reese scrubbed the back of his hand across his mouth. “It wasn’t what she said so much as how she said it. She was upset, on the verge of tears. I’d never seen her like that, so...” He shuddered. “Emotional. She’s always been a steady sort, solid, even-tempered. I can’t fathom what’s put her off like this.”

None of what Reese said sounded like his sister. Not the Fanny that Garrett knew, at any rate.

“I asked her what was wrong,” Reese continued, “told her we’d work it out, together. ‘That’s what couples do,’ I said. It was as if she didn’t hear me. Or maybe she didn’t want to hear me.” He shook his head. “She just kept babbling, on and on and on, her words tumbling over one another. I could barely keep up.”

This time, Garrett spoke his thoughts aloud. “That doesn’t sound like Fanny.”

His mind kept returning to that particular point.

“No, it’s not,” Reese agreed. “She said we didn’t add up, those were the exact words she used.” He shook his head again. “We don’t add up, as if our relationship was nothing more than a mathematics equation that needed solving.”

Garrett’s blood turned cold. Ice-cold, but he remained silent, letting Reese talk.

“We don’t add up?” Reese pressed his lips into a grim line. “What sort of convoluted math was Fanny using?”

Garrett knew. God help them all, he knew.

How many times had he sat, mesmerized, as he listened to Molly applying one of her “formulas” to a personal problem? He used to find her process of applying mathematical equations to life’s troubles charming.

He wasn’t charmed now.

Garrett only had himself to blame for this disaster. He should have followed his instincts and spoken with his sister himself, rather than trust Molly to handle the problem.

“You and Fanny will work this out,” he said, determined to see it come to pass. “This is probably just a case of cold feet on her part.”

“I’m not so sure.” Angry shock leaped into Reese’s gaze. “She said she had to follow her heart.” Shadows swirled around his eyes, dark and dangerous. “Follow her heart,” he repeated, spitting out the words one by one. “What’s that supposed to mean anyway?”

“I have no idea,” Garrett admitted, feeling uneasy and puzzled over the phrase. Something tickled at the back of his mind, a distant memory, but he couldn’t capture the thought fully so he focused on what he could address. He would find out what was going on in his sister’s mind, from the source herself, sooner rather than later. In the meantime...

“Reese, don’t give up on Fanny. I’m sure she’ll be back, maybe even later today, retracting everything she said.”

“I don’t know, Garrett.” Reese inhaled a ragged breath. “She sounded quite convinced she was making the right decision.”

Perhaps. Perhaps not.

Garrett would know more once he spoke with Fanny.

Naturally, he’d make certain she was all right first, and would determine she wasn’t hiding something about Reese that none of them suspected. If all was in order, and this turned out to be just a whim on Fanny’s part, well, then, Garrett would take it upon himself to talk some sense into her.

For now, he kept his face blank, even as he struggled with the suspicion that Molly’s interference may have played a role in this debacle. It was very likely that somehow, with her own brand of twisted logic, she’d influenced Fanny to break off her engagement—as she’d done twice herself.

If he was right, if he found out Molly had said or done something to cause Fanny to beg off, Garrett wouldn’t let her off easily. She wasn’t going to smile and simper and charm her way out of this one.

No. This time, Molly would answer to him.

Chapter Three

Molly found her parasol precisely where she’d left it earlier in the day, leaning against the building outside Mrs. Singletary’s favorite millinery shop. Breathing a sigh of relief, she picked it up and backed away.

“Oh.” She found her progress halted by a wall of solid muscle. “Oh.”

She jerked forward, stumbled awkwardly, dropped the parasol.

A familiar pair of hands secured her balance with a firm but gentle hold.

Molly froze, stunned by the realization that she knew who had a hold of her. Garrett.

Garrett. Even if he hadn’t prevented her previous fall earlier in the day, she recognized the clean, woodsy spice of his shaving soap.

Before she could thank him, he turned her slowly to face him.