The Bride Who Was Stolen In The Night

Because Troy made so many tart comments about Chayce, Abby made sure that she didn’t let her own feelings for him show.

She stared at the ring on her finger, wondering what on earth had possessed her to agree. Despite his glacial treatment of her, she loved Chayce. She was never going to be able to give her heart or her body to anyone else. After four long years, that was painfully apparent. But Troy was kind and sweet and after one ardent kiss that Abby hadn’t been able to respond to, he’d confined his affection to handholding and lazy smiles. Perhaps he hoped that his reticence would succeed where his ardor hadn’t.

What he didn’t realize was that Abby was incapable of feeling physical desire for him. It was a problem that she hoped they could work out after they were married, but she didn’t dwell on it. She couldn’t go around forever mooning over a man who didn’t want her and who had made it perfectly clear.

Becky was working in the kitchen when Abby joined her there, smiling as she took down a glass and poured iced tea into it.

“Thirsty, are you?” The gray-haired woman smiled affectionately at the younger woman in tight jeans and a pretty pink tank top. “And so you ought to be after all that cleaning. You’ve been in the attic almost since daybreak.”

“I’ve been in hiding,” Abby confided with a grin. Her gray eyes sparkled and around her face, wavy but untidy dark hair curled. She had a lovely figure and she wore clothes these days that emphasized it. Troy didn’t like that, either. In fact, Troy didn’t like a lot about her, she realized worriedly.

“What are you hiding from?” Becky wanted to know, interrupting her thoughts.

Abby sighed, sipping her tea. “I’m hiding from Troy. He’s miffed with me again.”

“What did you do this time?”

“Not much,” Abby defended herself. “I just decorated his new vet’s car for him.”

Becky put her face in her hands. “Oh, no.”

“It wasn’t bad! Listen, I didn’t even write a dirty word on it! I just drew pictures of cows and calves and silos and things with cans of that pretty colored children’s bath foam…come back here. I’m not through!”

“Troy’s father is a deacon in the Baptist church!” Becky choked. “Troy teaches school, for heaven’s sake! And the new veterinarian is his best friend from grammar school!”

Abby put her hands on her full hips. “I know that,” she said. “The vet has a wonderful sense of humor. He thought it was hilarious! But Troy didn’t. He was so angry that he wouldn’t even speak to me when I left.” She threw up her hands. “He’s so somber, Becky! Like a judge. He needs to lighten up. I was just giving him a nudge in the right direction.”

“What sort of nudge?”

Abby shrugged. “Well, I sort of hinted that he did the writing on Dan Harbin’s truck.”

Becky stared at her. “Hinted, how?”

“I sort of signed his name to it,” Abby said pertly. She held up a hand when Becky turned red. “It was very discreet. I signed his name in a dignified black script.”

Becky put her face in her hands again. “He’ll shoot you. His father will shoot you, too.”

“His father approves of me,” she said pointedly. “Why, he said that Troy takes himself much too seriously and that anyone should be able to take a little joke.”

“Yes, and I remember when he said it. He only did it to keep Sheriff Hensley from arresting you when you pulled that last crazy stunt!”

“It wasn’t crazy,” Abby defended herself stoically. “And Judd wouldn’t have arrested me.”

“You could have gone to jail!”

“Nobody got hurt.”

“By the grace of God!” Becky was all but waving her arms now. “You turned one of Sid Jackson’s best young bulls loose on the streets of Whitehorn! It chased the pharmacist at BobCo right into the Hip-Hop Café!”

“It didn’t get inside,” Abby stated. “It stopped at the door and trotted right back to the 4-H corral for its dinner! Anyway, it was a tame little bull that followed people around like a dog. It only wanted the pharmacist to pet it.” She looked indignant. “What sort of pharmacist runs from an itty-bitty bull, anyway?”

“Of all the crazy stunts…!”

“Now, Becky, Troy had just been talking about how exciting it would have been to be at the running of the bulls in Spain, like Hemingway wrote about. I was only helping him to experience it firsthand.”

“The bull ripped off Miss Ellison’s skirt,” Becky snorted. “And her a maiden lady of sixty-five!”

“It was only because she’d petted it, and it was trying to get her to do it again. She laughed,” Abby reminded her.

“Chayce wouldn’t have.”

Abby bit her lip and turned away. “Chayce never laughs…not at me, anyway,” she said tersely. “I irritated him from the age of ten. I haven’t stopped yet. I wrote him that I was getting married in August and I wanted him to give me away at my wedding and he hasn’t even bothered to answer the letter.”

“It may not have caught up with him,” Becky said. “He was going to take Delina back to California after her filming in the Bahamas finished. He didn’t say exactly when that would be. The letter may still be on its way.”

“I suppose.” She glanced at Becky. “What’s Delina Meriwether like?”

“She’s dark-haired and dark-eyed and very sweet,” came the reply. “And she adores Chayce.”

“Maybe he’ll marry her,” she said without any real enthusiasm.

“Chayce won’t marry,” Becky said as if she knew. “He had a hard time of it when Beverly Wayne let him down so badly. You were ten,” she recalled, “so I don’t imagine you’d even remember how hurt he was. He loved her. And all she wanted was pretty things and a lot of male attention. Chayce wasn’t enough for her. She loved men, plural. He caught her with one the day after they became engaged, and she laughed. It amused her that he hadn’t known she had other lovers.” She shook her head, searching out ingredients for a pie. “He was twenty-four and in love for the first time in his life. He took it real hard. I don’t think he’s really trusted another woman since. Not even Delina, although she’s crazy about him.”

Abby was more depressed than ever. Women had come and gone in Chayce’s life until now. Delina had lasted over a year. She’d worried Abby more than all the others put together, but she couldn’t let herself get overly concerned. She had to look ahead, not behind. Asking Chayce to give her away was a sort of test. If he agreed, it would start them on a new relationship, and hopefully cauterize the wounds of the past. They could start over. He’d never love her, but they might find some sort of common ground.

“Have you bought your wedding gown yet?” Becky asked.

She shook her head. “I wanted to wait until we settled on a definite date in August.”

“What’s holding you up?”

“I want Chayce to be here,” she said simply.

Becky hesitated, not quite looking at her as she began to make pastry for a pie. “I wouldn’t count too much on him agreeing to do it, Abby,” she said gently.

“But why not?” she replied. “He’s looked after me since I was ten.”

Becky still hesitated. She busied herself with the dough. “He has…other interests.”

“He could bring Delina with him. She might like to be a bridesmaid. I wouldn’t mind.” That was a vicious lie, but she told it with a calm expression.

“He wouldn’t do that, I’m sure.” She added the shortening to the flour. “He’s possessive about you. I’ve wondered ever since you mentioned the engagement if he was going to come back at all while you were still here. He doesn’t, usually.” She glanced at Abby worriedly. “You must know that he doesn’t like Troy.”

Abby looked astounded. “No, I didn’t know. When has he even seen Troy to dislike him?”

“Troy went to talk to him while you were both in school last summer in California,” Becky said reluctantly. “To get his blessing to court you. You know how old-fashioned Troy is.”

Abby’s heart turned over. “Troy never said a word about it!”