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revealed his findings. “Three have been…are missing?” She looked distressed. “I hope Judah hasn’t had more than one situation where such an item might be called for.”
    They all looked at her, their faces questioning.
    â€œOne woman,” Fiona clarified, and they all said, “Oh, yeah, yeah, right.”
    The brothers glanced at each other, worried.
    Rafe shifted. “What do we do now?”
    They all gazed expectantly at Fiona. This was the counsel they had come to hear.
    She shrugged and put on her wrap. “Nothing you can do. No one can save a man if he decides to give up his ground to the enemy. Faint heart never won fair lady and all that. Good night, nephews,” she said. “Wish me luck at bingo tonight!”
    And she tootled out the door.
    The brothers looked after her.
    â€œThat was not helpful,” Sam said.
    â€œI agree,” Rafe said. “I thought she’d give us the typical, in-depth Fiona strategy.”
    â€œShe’s right,” Jonas said. “And we should be taking notes to remember this unfortunate episode in our brother’s life.”
    â€œWe probably won’t,” Rafe said morosely, and sat down to finish his pie. “I heard once that men are slow learners.” And he wasn’t going to tell anyone that it was Judge Julie Jenkins, next-door ranch owner and Bode’s daughter, who had thrown that pearl of wisdom at his head.

    D ARLA LOOKED AT Jackie Callahan, co-owner of the Magic Wedding Dress Shop. “Pull harder,” she said. “I’m not letting out my dress. I just bought it.”
    Jackie tugged at the fabric. “The satin just doesn’t want to give. And I don’t think it’s good for the baby…?.”
    Darla looked at herself in the triple mirror. “I’ve been eating a lot of strawberries. I crave them.”
    â€œThat shouldn’t cause so much weight gain,” Jackie said. “Not that you look like you’ve gained so very much.”
    â€œOn ice cream,” Darla said, aware that her friend was trying to be tactful. “Strawberries on top of vanilla ice cream.”
    â€œOh.” Jackie looked at her. “Maybe switch to frozen yogurt?”
    â€œThere’s only a week before the wedding. I think the waistline isn’t going backward on the measuring tape.” She looked at herself, turning around slowly, and then frowned. “Something’s not right.”
    â€œI think the dress is beautiful on you.”
    â€œThank you,” Darla murmured. “I’m not sure what’s not quite right, but there’s definitely something.”
    â€œNerves?” Jackie said. “Brides get them. They want everything to be perfect. We’ve certainly seen our share of Nervous Nells in here.”
    â€œI’m not nervous,” Darla said. What I am is not in love. And that’s what’s wrong. I’m not in love with the man I’m marrying. And he’s not in love with me.
    â€œDo you want to try a different gown?” Jackie asked, and Darla shook her head.
    â€œNo. This one will do.” She went to change. The gown was not what was wrong. She could wear a paper bag, or a gown fit for a royal princess, and it wouldn’t matter.
    â€œWell,” Jackie said as Darla came back out, “I think I know what the problem is.”
    She looked at her, hoping her dear friend, business partner and maid of honor didn’t.
    â€œYou’re not wearing the magic wedding dress,” Jackie said. “You always said it was your dream gown.” She smiled at Darla. “It worked for me.”
    Darla’s gaze slid to the magic wedding dress. It was true. Ever since Sabrina McKinley had brought the gown to her, saying that it brought true luck to the wearer, she had known it was the only gown for her. It was the most beautiful, magical dress she’d ever seen. Sparkly and iridescent, it made her