her hair swing over her face as she said in as light a voice as she could manage, “So was he a total heartbreaker in high school?”
“As far as I know he didn’t date anybody at our school.”
Rebecca couldn’t think fast enough to keep herself from turning back to look at Andi in surprise.
Andi shrugged. “Sean’s always been hard to read. You know how those mysterious good-looking types are. Women are always wanting to uncover their hearts. There’s always some poor, delusional girl out there who thinks she’s going to be the one to make him fall.”
“Definitely delusional,” Rebecca agreed. She knew firsthand all about girls like that.
Because she’d been one of them her entire life.
She’d wanted things to work out so badly with Stu that she’d actually accepted his proposal of marriage. And before Stu… well, she’d been even more delusional withher previous boyfriends. She’d seen only what she wanted to see.
And ignored all of the warning signs.
Never again. She’d never ignore those warning signs again.
Especially given that they’d started flashing bigger and brighter than ever before in the last thirty minutes when she’d been talking with Sean.
Her reaction to him had been beyond anything she’d ever felt before. One look at him standing there against the doorway watching her and she’d almost dropped the entire handful of flower petals.
Yes, just as Andi had said, he was incredibly good looking. Just Rebecca’s type, in fact.
The very type that usually ripped her heart out from her chest and stomped all over it.
“Even though I’ll be in the Bahamas for the next week,” Andi said, “you can always reach me on my cell, day or night if you need me.”
Rebecca gave her friend a warm hug. There was no way she was going to disturb Andi and Nate’s honeymoon. She’d managed to survive the past three weeks of questioning looks—and outright questions from the people of Emerald Lake, especially Elizabeth.
Somehow, she’d find a way to deal with Sean’s questions, too, without giving Stu’s secret away.
Six hours later, Rebecca was rethinking her silent vow to survive whatever came her way alone.
“Such a lovely wedding, Rebecca. We’re just all so sorry you won’t be up there tomorrow with Stu.”
Ugh.
“We’re just so sorry for you, honey. It must be so hard at your age to have to start all over.”
Double ugh.
“I know how overwhelmed you must be running the inn without Stu. I heard Sean was back home to help.”
And no, Sean hadn’t come back home to help her with the inn. God forbid. Ten minutes in the same room was enough to send her head spinning and her heart racing.
Working together would surely do her in completely.
In any case, she couldn’t tell any of Andi and Nate’s guests that Sean had no idea they’d called off the wedding until this morning when he’d arrived for the festivities. Given that it was impossible for her to disappear until everyone went home when there were so many details to take care of, she’d simply tried to look busier—which wasn’t hard during a wedding reception—in the hopes that people would stop asking her questions.
Finally, after the guests had gone and she’d seen the bride and groom off on their way to sunny, sandy beaches, she was back in her room. All she wanted to do was take a long, hot bath and read a good book. But first, she was going to relish the moment this dress came off.
It had looked so pretty in the store. Green satin that picked up the color of her eyes, with light ruching along the side, the knee-length cocktail dress played up the best parts of her figure and hid the worst. She hadn’t told anyone that it was supposed to have been her rehearsal dinner dress.
Figuring it was better to get some use out of the dress after the amount of money she’d spent on it, she’d decided to wear it today. Strangely, it had almost felt like she was reclaiming something by putting it on this morning,