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  There Goes the Bride

  A Runaway Brides Novella

  Catherine Mann

  and

  Joanne Rock

  There Goes the Bride

  Copyright © 2015 Catherine Mann and Joanne Rock

  Smashwords Edition

  The Tule Publishing Group, LLC

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN: 978-1-942240-66-2

  Dedication

  “A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves – a special kind of double.”

  —Toni Morrison

  For sisters—those by birth and those of the heart.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  The Runaway Bride Series

  About the Authors

  Chapter One

  Lindsey Ballard wasn’t superstitious. So she didn’t think twice about the old wives’ tale regarding bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other right before the wedding.

  She just needed to speak to her fiancé before she became Mrs. Beau William Greer, III, to have him put his arms around her. If she could rest her head against his chest and listen to the steady beat of his heart, hopefully that would still the nerves doing a line dance in her stomach.

  She bunched the fabric of her satin gown in her hands, tucking carefully through the halls of the gatehouse where they were preparing for her Lake Lanier Islands wedding, complete with an arbor at Legacy Pointe, overlooking the water. Careful to stay quiet so her bridesmaids wouldn’t overhear and stop her, she tiptoed, grateful for her ballet shoes. No heels. Beau William and she were the same height. She found that comforting after a lifetime of overblown personalities and a larger than life relative.

  The creak of an opening door had her glancing back quickly, ducking behind a rolling cart of china plates. Two staff members carried a massive floral arrangement of decadently expensive Black Magic roses, Black Baccara roses, peonies, and fuchsia orchids.

  Exhaling, she turned back – only to slam into a broad chest. A male chest. And he wasn’t dressed for a wedding or to work one either. She stared at his sports jacket over a concert t-shirt from some up-and-coming country band. And wasn’t that a musical reminder of her family and a world she’d left behind, the very last thing she wanted to think about today?

  So she focused on the moment and the impediment to her goal, looking up, up, and further up to a beard-stubbled square jaw on a handsome face. The bad boy kind of good-looking. The total opposite of her refined fiancé. A fiancé she desperately wanted to see, more than ever as those nerves kicked up the tempo on the dance in her stomach.

  “Excuse me,” she said, “gotta find a bathroom, uhm, they’re out of tissue in the other.”

  “Well, beautiful,” he said, his country twang holding an educated refinement she hadn’t expected, “that’s one helluva first line to share with our grandchildren one day.”

  She blinked. Stunned. “Did you not notice my dress? I’m about to get married which makes your comment in rather poor taste.”

  He thumped his chest. “Damn. I was too busy looking into your eyes. Fair enough then. What are you really doing out here running around the corridor before your wedding, because there’s no way in hell I’m buying the excuse about this five star place being out of Charmin.”

  “Excuse me, but it’s not really any of your business, and I don’t have time to stand around shooting the breeze with a stranger.” Heaven help her if someone from the tabloids snapped a photo. “I have, uhm, someone I need to speak to.”

  She gathered up her dress and resumed her trek down the corridor.

  “I’ll help.” He stepped alongside her keeping pace. “Tell me where you’re going and I’ll walk ahead as a lookout.”

  Her feet picked up speed, the satin slippers whispering across the carpet. “I appreciate your generous – and strange – offer, but I’m almost there. Truthfully, I just want to speak to my future husband.”

  Raising an eyebrow at her, he pushed open double doors to another hallway, making a big show out of scouting the path before waving her forward. “Aren’t you superstitious about seeing your groom on your wedding day?”

  “I thought women were supposed to be the ones into all those wedding traditions, and men just put up with the hoopla so the bride can have her big day?”

  “If you’re not worried,” he said, shrugging, “who am I to argue? If you want to see your man, then go for it.”

  He stopped outside a door marked “Groom’s Parlor.”

  Her stomach knotted. She forced a smile. “Thanks, but you can go now.”

  He reached toward her and for a crazy instant she thought he was going to do something wildly inappropriate like stroke her face. Instead, he tapped a flower back into place in her intricate updo. “Congratulations. You truly do look beautiful. Stunning, actually.”

  Steadying her breath, she reached for the brass door handle. She wasn’t superstitious. She needed that hug, the reassurance from her best friend in the world. This was the best thing she could do, wrap her arms around her good luck charm. Her rock. Her anchor in a crazy world.

  Except then she pushed through the door and found him. Her groom-to-be, Beau William Greer, III. In his dressing room at the exclusive Lake Lanier events venue. A dream location for a dream wedding to a dreamy man. A man currently holding hands with someone else.

  Holding hands. Gazing at each other. Sitting a hint too close to be anything other than intimate.

  And still she didn’t want to believe what her eyes told her. Not until Beau William turned to her with guilt and regret in his honey brown eyes. He shook his hand free of what had clearly been more than a platonic linking of fingers. And truth be told, there was something so much more intimate about that kind of touch than a kiss. A kiss was about passion, attraction. Holding hands was about affection, emotions. Love.

  That hurt most of all.

  Beau William – her best friend, her rock, her anchor – loved someone else.

  She wanted to scream. To run. To rage.

  None of which was possible because, oh God, there was a man standing behind her who may or may not have seen everything. Acting fast, she slammed the door in the stranger’s face and turned back to her fiancé and his ... She couldn’t even bring herself to think the words that finished the betrayal.

  Lindsey swallowed back tears and rage and a crushing disappointment at the loss of her lifelong hope to finally be free of the bonds of her dysfunctional family that had disowned her and start a family of her own. She would talk to Beau William but she already knew. Her Lake Lanier Islands wedding, complete with the breathtaking Legacy Pointe arbor overlooking the water, was not going to happen.

  So much wasted money and time. Flowers. Wedding gown. Clothes. Travel. Plans spoiled sooner than the food that would go uneaten. She could smell
the scent of the reception feast steaming from the silver chafing dishes. Everything expected of an up-and-coming mayoral candidate. Even if he was marrying a hair stylist. Her famous Nashville roots brought an added notoriety to their match that Beau William had joked would bring him extra votes.

  Or rather it would have.

  She’d done her best to keep the scandal of her grandmother’s secret under wraps. Not easy with some muck raking, wanna-be author trying to write a tell-all about her famous granny. Supposedly he was some record producer, probably looking to kick start his own flailing career. As if she didn’t have enough troubles when it came to her family.

  None of them spoke to her except to chew her out. They hadn’t even sent an RSVP for her wedding. Not that she expected her sister to come. But her mom? Lindsey had thought maybe her mother would at least show up for the social gravitas of the event. But nope, the phone had only rung for Lindsey to save their butts from scandal.

  And instead, she was about to bring scandal down on all of them. Because she couldn’t possibly marry a man who loved someone else.

  Beau William shot to his feet, shaking his hand free from the real love of his life. “Lindsey, I don’t know what to say. It’s not ... well ... this is our wedding day.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think so. Not now.”

  The man beside him stood, taking Beau William’s hand in his again, linking fingers in an intimate hold. “She’s right, Beau. You can’t live a lie. Not even to be mayor. Not even to make your father happy.”

  Lindsey waited for Beau William to deny the guy’s words, even though she already knew. Still ... one glimmer of hope remained ... and dimmed the longer he stayed silent, refusing to meet her eyes.

  Her now ex-fiancé looked at the ground, too damn handsome in the tuxedo for his own good. “I’ll inform the guests that the wedding is off. You and I can talk later after I’ve made the announcement.” Finally, he met her eyes. “I’m sorry, Lindsey. So damn sorry.”

  Sorry for lying to her? For making her believe he loved her?

  God, she’d been such a gullible fool, seeing what she wanted to see. Lindsey squeezed her eyes closed and thrust her hands into her hair – three hours’ worth of an updo designed to look deliberately careless and windswept. Her hair was as important as her dress, given her career as a noted local stylist. Or rather her wedding hair had been important. Not anymore. Her fiancé had only bought her this princess engagement ring because of pressure from his father to have a wife on his arm.

  Betrayal stung more than suds in the eyes. “We’ll have to save that talk for another day because honestly, I’m not sure anything said between us this afternoon will go well. I’m this close,” she said, pausing and holding up her thumb and pointer finger a hair apart, “to losing it.”

  Bunching up fistfuls of her beaded pearl wedding dress in each hand, she spun on her heels and made fast tracks for the door. She needed to find her purse, then retrieve her suitcase from the bridal bungalow and get the hell out to ... she didn’t know where right now other than wanting to be anywhere else but here.

  Myles Emory scratched his nose that had damn near gotten broken when Lindsey Ballard had slammed the door in his face. He’d been working his ass off since last night’s rehearsal dinner to find a way to talk to her and thought he’d finally found an in.

  Apparently not so much. She wanted some serious alone time with her fiancé? Okay then. He’d heard of brides and grooms who snagged a quickie before the wedding. Call him old-fashioned, but it seemed to take the gloss off the day. But as a man who’d just finalized his own divorce two months ago, he obviously knew nothing about what made a good marriage.

  He would just have to come up with another way to get his interview.

  Now that he no longer needed to bankroll an expensive wife who’d cheated on him, Myles was more than ready to take a break from music and Lindsey Ballard was the key to his next project. He’d recognized her immediately. He’d researched her family before agreeing to write a book on country music icon, Lara Kane. He knew what Lara’s step-granddaughter, Lindsey, looked like. Where she lived. Where she worked.

  He hadn’t known she would smell like honeysuckle.

  Scratching his nose again, he thought about her. And the lost opportunity. He needed to regroup.

  Hopefully sooner rather than later. He had reserved a plane to Nashville tonight for a meeting with a major label trying to court him to produce some crossover artists. He wasn’t interested. Truth be told, left to him, he would retire from record producing right now. But he needed to take meetings with heavy hitters to support his writing career for a little while longer. Better for the world to think he was picking and choosing his creative options than that he wanted to take a year off to write a book. That spelled “career suicide,” signaling to the rest of the industry you were done and out of touch. As long as he looked like he was multi-tasking, he’d be fine to snag the quotes he needed for this project.

  He’d had no luck talking to anyone else in Lindsey’s family about their relation by marriage, to songbird icon, Lara Kane. Maybe Lindsey would be the weak link. She hadn’t spoken to her relatives for a damn long time. Maybe he could get her to sell out the rest of them. He wasn’t above paying for a story. Especially since writing the book was a cover for the information he truly wanted.

  The door to the Groom’s Parlor opened and Myles wondered if maybe he would get a second chance at the interview after all.

  Except Lindsey came barreling out of the room like the hounds of hell were on her heels. And from the tears streaking black lines down her face, that meeting with mayoral candidate, Beau William Greer, III, had not gone well at all.

  Myles started after her, trying not to feel guilty over the twinge of relief. He jogged faster after her, but damn, she was quick.

  “Lindsey,” he called out, “Wait.”

  She glanced over her shoulder and pure panic lit her eyes, kicking up his guilt another notch. She rounded a corner out of sight.

  And he slammed into a caterer pushing a cart of crystal glassware.

  Chapter Two

  Her heart shattering, Lindsey angled around the corridor, careful to avoid early arriving guests milling about to check out the island. Would Beau William actually tell everyone the wedding was off as he’d said he would, or did he intend to stand at the altar and hope she would show anyhow? The wedding wasn’t slated to start for another hour. The string quartet was tuning up in another room. Had she really spent a week of her life pouring over music selections?

  She tucked into the bridal parlor to find her handbag and-.

  Squeals pierced her ears from two of her bridesmaids. Damn it. Her stomach knotted. Did they know?

  She chewed her bottom lip, her eyes darting back and forth between her two BFFs from the hair salon, Sara Beth and Marilyn both wearing fuchsia dresses, same fabric, different styles picked to compliment her friends’ body types. Sara Beth had chosen a vee neck with a ruffle to add cleavage. Marilyn had opted for strapless to show off her shoulders. Lindsey wished her buddy Annamae Jessup could have been among her nearest and dearest today, but her reality star girlfriend had done a disappearing act from her own wedding the week prior.

  Maybe it was catching?

  Sara Beth pulled out her cell phone in a rhinestone studded case. “Why didn’t you tell us you have an über hot, famous guy in your life? And what have you done to your hair?”

  Tried to pull it out by the roots? And what the hell was she talking about some guy in her life?

  Marilyn pushed on Lindsey’s bare shoulders and steered her into a chair. “Sit. We have limited time for repairs. Tell us about this mystery guy looking for you?”

  “Um. I actually have no idea who you’re talking about.” She wanted – needed – to run. Where? Anywhere. She would figure that out once she got out of here. But she most definitely did not want to discuss this with anyone until she had her thoughts together.

  Sara Beth switc
hed screens on her phone, crossing her legs and dangling one high heel from her toes. “I took a picture of him while he was talking to Marilyn. He was asking all about you like he planned to break off the wedding or something. I think he’s famous, like a movie producer ... or maybe a record producer. He’s so tall and super cute. And that accent? Killer.”

  Tall, good-looking and with an accent Sara Beth would love. Sure sounded like the man who’d ushered her to Beau William.

  Who just might be a record producer. Oh God. It could only be that tell-all writer who wanted to do a book about Lara Kane. She was going to hurl for sure.

  Sara Beth continued, oblivious to the fact that Lindsey was about to lose it. “Anyhow, he got back in his car when he saw security headed over. Is this a man from your past? Someone trying to break up your wedding like in a movie?”

  Marilyn pressed a hand to her chest, toying with her pearl pendant. “How romantic.”

  “I have no idea who it could be.” Which was not entirely true. There were all kinds of music industry types who wanted an interview from her family. But no one here knew about her connection to country music. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. “And no, I don’t have a secret lover.”

  Beau William, however, did. Oh God, this was going to get out soon and she had no idea how to handle it. He wasn’t even following her to deny it or talk.

  “Here. I took a photo.” Sara Beth flipped the phone around for Lindsey to view. “Are you sure you don’t know who he is?”

  Marilyn reached past to tip the phone for better resolution.

  Lindsey squinted for a better look and yes, it was him. The same scruffy jaw, the concert t-shirt and jacket. The kinds of good looks that scruffy jaws didn’t begin to hide. There was keen intelligence in those eyes though. And if he’d been asking questions about her, that spelled trouble. She was so screwed.

  Marilyn squealed. “Check out those fathomless dark brown eyes. His hair’s a little too long and shaggy for my personal liking, but compelling? Whew. Definitely.”