Four Weddings and a Break Up

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Author: Elyssa Patrick
young boy, who looked like he was ten or so walked a black Labrador puppy.
    When the light turned green, Wes started driving and passed the small grocery store on his left. He turned right at Main Street. Here was the main shopping plaza—an outdoor street market—which was the center of the town. A small gazebo was opposite and bright-colored flowers bloomed on the small expanse of green. A banner advertising yesterday’s Memorial Day parade was being pulled down from two workers in khaki uniforms.
    He made a left and bypassed grander homes and hotels. The boardwalk lined the beach. At the northern end was the lighthouse, and the southern side had rides and games. He stopped his car to let people cross to the beach. On the opposite side, but further down the street, he spotted a baby-pink building with white lace trimming. The architecture interested him enough that he made a slight detour and turned his car to get a closer look.
    On a placard, Just Desserts was written in cursive white font. Underneath that was the date the building was constructed: 1852. So it had only been built four years after Cape Hope had been established in 1848. Cape Hope had been a place where the extremely rich and wealthy had vacationed; now it catered to the middle and upper classes.
    He continued on his way until he came to Boardwalk Avenue. There he made another right and drove down the long, winding road until he came to the end where a huge, mint-green gingerbread house stood. He pulled into the driveway and took out his luggage, then locked his car out of habit.
    Before he even made his way up the steps, an elderly lady next door stepped out onto her porch. Although he hadn’t been in Cape Hope in ten years, he immediately recognized her. The neighbor, Lois Jacobs. Or, as he and his brothers had called her behind her back, the witch.
    “Why, Wes Dalton!” She scurried down the steps, surprisingly spry for her age, which had to be in the late sixties. “Your father told me you were coming home, but I didn’t quite believe it!”
    “Mrs. Jacobs, you look nice.” She actually did with her snow-white hair and soft blue eyes, her skin fairly smooth. Perhaps she had made a deal with the devil after all.
    “And you are just as handsome as ever,” she said, reaching over the fence and patting his arm. Her hand lingered. “Oh, my! Aren’t we brawny?”
    “Think I could have my own paper towel line?”
    Lois turned around as a young woman appeared on the porch and waved her over. “Vicki! Come over here. There’s someone you have to meet.”
    “Vicki, as in your daughter?” He faintly remembered the girl who had been guy crazy and the one who’d dogged his every heel for two weeks when he’d visited at sixteen.
    “You remember her, do you?” Lois smiled. “Such a smart girl. And single since divorcing that pest of a husband. She finally got rid of him.”
    “I always knew Orkin worked wonders.”
    Lois didn’t hear him, intent on her daughter, who’d just joined them. Vicki was of average height and thin, her chestnut hair a pixie cut, her blue eyes wide and round like an owl’s.
    “Vicki, this is Wes. You know him. He used to visit every now and then.”
    Vicki’s cheeks colored. “I remember him.”
    “Vicki is single , Wes,” Lois said.
    “Yes. You already told me that.”
    “Are you? Because if you aren’t”—Lois gave him a pointed look—“you and Vicki could go out together and catch up.”
    “Mom, that’s really not necessary,” Vicki said quietly.
    Lois narrowed her eyes at her daughter before focusing her attention on him. “So . . .”
    He shifted on his feet. This was not what he wanted for the next three months—to have to deal with people trying to set him up. He was only here for his father and his family. He had put his work on the backburner. It wasn’t like he wanted a serious relationship, not with how badly things had ended between him and his ex-girlfriend, Megan.
    “I’m really
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