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husband’s working on Sunday’s sermon. He’ll only be a moment.”
    Ted doffed his hat and they followed Lydia into the parlor, where dollies and doodads covered every tabletop. “Glad we didn’t hold him up.”
    “Can I offer you a spot of tea?”
    Ted shook his head. “No thank—”
    “Oh, I’d love a cup,” Sally chimed in. “Do you have some cookies, perhaps? I’m famished.”
    “Why, Ted Logan, you didn’t think to feed her?”
    At half-past three? “Uh…”
    Lydia patted Sally’s arm. “The ladies at church vie over appeasing my husband’s sweet tooth. I’ll just be a minute.”
    Bald head shining like a beacon in the wilderness, Jacob passed his wife leaving the room. Tall, long limbed with the beginning of a paunch, most likely the result of that sweet tooth, his pastor beamed. “Sorry to keep you folks waiting.”
    Once again Ted made introductions and he and Sally took seats on the sofa, leaving a chasm between them wide enough for a riverboat to navigate.
    Jacob clapped Ted on the shoulder. “Shall we get started?”
    “Yes,” Ted said.
    “No,” Sally said.
    Ted’s jaw dropped to his collar. “No?”
    She gave a sweet smile. “I hoped to have that tea first.”
    Used to cramming every waking moment with activity, Ted reined in his desire to hurry her along. Unsure this feisty woman would comply if he did.
    Once Sally devoured two cups of tea and three cookies, she dabbed her lips with the snowy napkin. “Thank you, Mrs. Sumner.”
    Ted lowered his half-filled cup to the saucer. “Now are you ready to get married?”
    She shot him a saucy smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”
    A chuckle rumbled in his chest.
    Jacob slipped his glasses out of his coat pocket. “Do you have the license, Ted?”
    “It’s ready to go, filled out with the information Sally sent me in her last letter.” He withdrew the neatly folded paper from the inside pocket of his suit and handed it over.
    Jacob scanned the document. “Everything appears in order.”
    Sally lifted a hand, then let it flutter to her lap. “Pastor Sumner, you…ah, might want to change one teeny thing.”
    He readied his pen. “Be glad to. What would that be?”
    “The name.”
    All eyes swiveled to Sally. Ted frowned. What in tarnation?
    The ticking of the mantel clock echoed in the sudden silence, hammering at Ted’s already shaky composure.
    “I’m, ah, not Sally Rutgers. My name is Elizabeth Ann Manning.”
    Had Ted heard correctly? The woman at his side wasn’t Sally? He frowned. That would explain her odd behavior on the way over. Clearly his children had come as a surprise to her.
    No wonder she hadn’t remembered anything from those letters he’d exchanged with Sally.
    He’d been duped.
    Pulse hammering in his temples, Ted rose to his feet, towering over her. “Why did you lie about your name all this time?”
    “I haven’t lied all this time.” She lifted her chin. “I’ve lied for less than an hour.”
    Jacob stared at the bride as if she’d grown two heads, one for each name. Lydia wilted into a chair, her smile drooping.
    “What are you talking about?” Ted shoved out through his clenched jaw, his tone gravelly.
    “Have you ever been down on your luck, Ted Logan?”
    The question caught him like a sharp blow to the stomach. He shifted on his feet. “Well, yes, of course.”
    She ran a hand over her fancy dress. “Despite what you see, I’m destitute. So when the real Sally changed her—”
    “What?” he bellowed.
    “You’re making me nervous, glowering at me like that. It’s not my fault Sally got cold feet.”
    His pastor laid a hand on Ted’s shoulder. “Let’s stay calm. We’ll get to the bottom of this.”
    Ted staggered back. “Who are you?”
    “I told you. Elizabeth Ann Manning, your bride. That is—” she hesitated then forged ahead “— if you can ignore a small thing like an identity switch.”
    “A small thing?” He pointed toward the door. “Use the other half of