Three Brides, No Groom
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Authors: Debbie Macomber
Sometimes love doesn’t turn out the way you
plan.
Because sometimes the right man
isn’t.
Three women meet at their fifteen-year class reunion...and
discover that their lives have taken unexpected directions.
Back in their college days, Gretchen Wise had been engaged to
a top law student. Carol Furness, head cheerleader, had said
yes
to the school’s football hero. And Maddie Cobain
was the girl who’d fallen for a professor.
Now the three of them gather around a popular fountain on the
college grounds. This fountain was where lovers met, where promises were
made…and broken. So it’s fitting that Gretchen, Carol and Maddie sit here to
share their stories of betrayal and, yes, revenge. Stories of finding new
love...
Sometimes the things you
don’t
plan are the best!
Praise for
“Essentially a trilogy of loosely linked short stories, this
work exudes Macomber’s classic warmth and gentle humor. This collection will
appeal to Macomber’s many fans and to anyone who has ever endured the emotional
rigors (and terrors) of a school reunion.”
—
Library Journal
on
Three Brides, No
Groom
“Macomber is skilled at creating characters who work their way
into readers’ hearts.”
—
RT Book Reviews
on
Dakota Home
“I’ve never met a Macomber book I didn’t love!”
—Linda Lael Miller,
New York Times
bestselling author
“Popular romance writer Macomber has a gift for evoking the
emotions that are at the heart of the genre’s popularity.”
—
Publishers Weekly
“One of Macomber’s great strengths is her insight into human
behavior–both admirable and ignoble. Her ability to make her points about it
without preaching is another.…”
—
RT Book Reviews
on
Susannah’s Garden
“Romance readers everywhere cherish the books of Debbie
Macomber.”
—Susan Elizabeth Phillips
“When God created Eve, He must have asked Debbie Macomber for
advice, because no one does female characters better than this author.”
—
Bookbrowser Reviews
on
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Lighthouse Road
“Macomber’s assured storytelling and affirming narrative are as
welcoming as your favorite easy chair.”
—
Publishers Weekly
on
Twenty Wishes
“Debbie Macomber writes characters who are as warm and funny as
your best friends.”
—
New
York Times
bestselling author Susan
Wiggs
July 2012
Dear Friends,
Although it’s been a lot of years now, I clearly remember my
(only!) wedding. It was early September and apparently a
very
popular day. The Catholic church my family attended had weddings
scheduled every hour on the hour from ten that morning until well into the
afternoon.
Wayne’s and my wedding was set for noon. However, there must
have been some kind of glitch, because the 11:00 a.m. wedding went over the
allotted time. Wayne walked into the church—he’d been inside once before and
that was for the rehearsal—and saw the bride marrying…someone else. For one wild
moment he was afraid he was late and my father had found a substitute groom.
Thankfully, Wayne’s best man prevented him from rushing forward and stopping the
wedding.
At least I can say that my prince showed up for the wedding.
The three brides in my story, however, were more or less abandoned at the altar.
For each of them did it turn out to be good luck rather than bad? Was it a twist
of fate? Does the adage “What goes around comes around” come into play? What
about “Don’t get mad, get even”? Well, my friends, you’re about to discover the
answers to those questions….
I hope you enjoy
Three Brides, No Groom,
which I originally wrote in the mid-1990s. I guess you could call it
vintage Macomber.
As always, I love getting your comments and letters. You can
reach me via my website at
DebbieMacomber.com
and leaving a message on
my guest page, or by writing me directly at P.O. Box 1458, Port Orchard, WA
98366.
Warmest regards,
Debbie Macomber
In memory of my mother, Connie Adler, who gave me life, love
and taught me to laugh, and Marie Macomber, who shared her wisdom and her
son.
Prologue
T
he fountain located in the center of Queen
Anne University in Seattle was thought to be the very heart of the private
college. It was here, in the dead of night, where young lovers with pounding
eager hearts rendezvoused. It was here that words of love were whispered between
urgent kisses, where promises were made and, sadly, promises were broken. Its
shadow had entertained laughter and joy, sorrow and tears.
The fountain had borne witness to it all.
It was to this fountain that three women came that summer
afternoon, each arriving from a different direction, each burdened with memories
from fifteen years past.
The first to arrive was Gretchen Wise. Miss Popularity, the
class president, beautiful and smart, too. Unfortunately not smart enough to
recognize the kind of man Roger Lockheart was before she accepted his engagement
ring.
The second was Carol Furness, the head cheerleader, filled with
energy, enthusiasm, joy and purpose. She’d built her future around a football
hero, only to learn Eddie Shapiro was anything but.
And lastly Maddie Coolidge, the class “bad girl,” who’d played
a tricky game of looking for love and, like so many before her, searched in all
the wrong places. Who would have believed that math professor John Theda would
steal far more than her heart?
The fountain welcomed them all.
* * *
Gretchen Wise walked slowly toward the old cement
fountain and smiled as the memories swirled around her the way water rushed
around a rock in a swift stream.
She could almost hear the echo of laughter from those long-ago
years. How happy she’d been back then: young, carefree, excited and so very much
in love—with the wrong man. Fifteen years earlier she’d barely been able to
appreciate her own graduation, not with her head full of wedding plans and
Roger.
Roger Lockheart, the love of her life. The man of her
dreams.
The rat.
She thought about him now and again, fleetingly and with a
twinge of sadness. Sometimes she entertained thoughts of all the
might-have-beens. Only natural, she concluded.
How handsome her old college sweetheart had been, how
confident, his future on a fast track to success. He’d been scheduled to take
his bar exam two weeks before their society wedding, and had been guaranteed a
position in his father’s high-powered law firm.
The day Roger had presented her with an engagement ring had
been one of the happiest in her young life, the day she’d removed it from her
finger one of the saddest.
Many an afternoon had been spent soaking up the sunshine at the
beautiful old fountain. Students had cooled off in the cold spray or splashed
barefoot in the ankle-deep water. The fountain was as old as the university
itself. Every brochure the college had produced in its distinguished
one-hundred-year history had pictured students gathered around the fountain
socializing and studying.
Sitting on the cold concrete rim now, Gretchen swung her gaze
to the nearby law school. The two-story redbrick building with the wide flight
of stairs leading up to the double doors remained much the same. The ivy had
been clipped back, and the lawn on the side of the building had been replaced
with a concrete patio.
She had spent many an idle afternoon sitting in this very spot,
anticipating Roger’s arrival, never guessing where he’d actually been.
It had been a warm afternoon like this one when she’d first
talked to Josh Morrow. Heedless of rules, Josh had ridden his Harley-Davidson
motorcycle down the narrow pathway and attempted to pick her up. The man lacked
nothing if not audacity. It was one of the rare times she’d seen him without
some blond bimbo sitting behind him, clinging to his waist. More often than not
it had been Didi Wilson. When Roger had seen Josh flirting with Gretchen, he’d
been livid. As if she’d ever given Roger reason to be jealous! Maybe she should
have.
Gretchen nearly laughed out loud at the memory. Josh Morrow had
enjoyed life on the edge. He drank, swore and gambled on a conservative college
campus that frowned upon all three. He was said to live on beer and cigarettes.
He challenged every teacher unfortunate enough to have him in class, fought the
establishment and generally raised cain. Josh had grabbed life by the throat and
courted danger, and he’d fascinated her.
* * *
Everything was different, and yet nothing had changed.
Carol Furness strolled across the lush green grass toward the fountain. Oh, my,
had it really been fifteen years? It didn’t seem possible, and in many ways it
felt like yesterday.
Carol had been the envy of every girl in class. Shortly after
Christmas her senior year, she’d become engaged to Eddie Shapiro. Eddie was now
a football legend at Queen Anne. A legend in Carol’s mind, too, but for other
reasons. Their romance was a classic: the football hero and the head
cheerleader. Fifteen years ago she had been athletic, bright and talented. She
liked to believe she still was.
No thanks to Eddie. The worm.
And yet she had much to thank Eddie for. If he hadn’t dumped
her, she might never have gotten to know Clark Rusbach. The class brain, a
wizard with computers, a genius. Clark was technically too cute to be classified
as a geek, although Eddie had often referred to him as one. In retrospect it was
easy to recognize that Eddie had been jealous of Clark.
Clark knew a lot about computers, but next to nothing about
women. Carol had admired him from afar, had gone out of her way to be friendly
in the few classes they’d shared, and tried to tell him, without upsetting
Eddie, that she admired him.
The dividends of her kindness had been rich indeed, if only
she’d been smart enough to recognize what she’d had.
* * *
Maddie Coolidge wondered if anyone would recognize her
as she sauntered across the campus in the direction of the fountain. She’d
changed. The outlandish attention-seeking bad girl of her youth was no more. The
girl she’d been had died a painful death, the victim of a costly, but
worthwhile, lesson.
With the fountain in sight, her steps slowed. It had been at
this fountain fifteen years earlier that she’d last seen John Theda.
The cheat.
A number of other choice descriptions filled her mind, but she
pushed them aside, refusing to dwell on her former mathematics professor. He’d
courted her, wooed her with words and deeds—all on the sly, of course, lest word
escape that he’d fallen for a student. John had pledged his love and asked her
to be his wife. She had accepted, her joy exploding. What fun it had been to
pretend with him, to act as if there was nothing romantic between them.
While she might have fooled everyone else, Brent Holliday had
known. Who or what had allowed her secret to escape, Maddie never learned. The
preacher’s son seemed to think a few well-chosen words would set her on the
straight and narrow path, but he had been wrong. But then, she’d had a few
difficult lessons to learn in those days. Lessons that hadn’t come easy.
* * *
“Gretchen?”
At the sound of her name, Gretchen turned and was greeted by a
familiar face. Someone from her graduating class. She struggled to dredge up a
name to go with the face.
“It’s Carol. Carol Furness.”
“Carol.” Gretchen couldn’t believe she’d stumble on a sorority
sister here at the fountain an hour before the formal reunion festivities were
scheduled to start. They hugged each other fiercely.
“I wondered if that was you,” Carol said, sitting down next to
Gretchen on the edge of the fountain.
“Have I changed so much?” Gretchen asked. “Lie, if you have
to.”
Carol responded with a good-natured laugh, her blue eyes
twinkling. “Not at all. You look the same as you did the day we graduated. I
would have known you anywhere. The years have been good to you.”
“Ditto for you, Carol.” Gretchen smiled. “I couldn’t resist
coming down and walking around the campus.”
“Me either,” Carol admitted as she scanned the grounds. “I
haven’t been back in all these years.”
“Nor have I.” But Gretchen doubted that the reasons for her
absence were the same as her old sorority sister’s.
“Are you attending the dinner and the dance later?”
The day of the reunion was here, and Gretchen had yet to make
up her mind. “The dinner definitely, but I don’t know if I can drag my husband
to the dance.”
“The same with me,” Carol said. “My husband’s a wonderful
dancer, but he refuses to believe it.”
“Gretchen? Carol?” The voice belonged to a tall striking
auburn-haired woman approaching from the left.
Gretchen hadn’t a clue who it was, and she looked at Carol for
help. Carol just shook her head.
The redhead grinned. “Not more than two minutes ago I wondered
if anyone would recognize me. I’ve changed, I know. It’s me, Maddie
Coolidge.”
“Maddie?” Gretchen couldn’t believe it. The Maddie Coolidge she
remembered was nothing like the well-groomed woman who stood before her now.
Maddie had been outlandish in appearance, as well as in word and deed. Stubborn
and defiant, a nonconformist. Yet beneath all the bravado Maddie had a heart of
gold.
Gretchen recalled that Maddie had struck up a close
“friendship” with John Theda, a math professor. It was supposed to have been a
secret, but everyone knew the two were secretly engaged. The romance had caused
quite a stir about campus, but then “controversy” was Maddie’s middle name.
“You look wonderful,” Carol said, standing up and hugging
Maddie. Gretchen did likewise, and then all three sat down, with Gretchen in the
middle.
“I’m pleased someone else thought to stop off at the fountain,”
Maddie said.
“It brings back memories, doesn’t it?” Carol murmured
thoughtfully.
The three were silent for several moments. Caught up in the
wonder of years past, Gretchen suspected.
“I was hoping to get a chance to talk to you, Carol,” Maddie
said excitedly. “I bet you’ve had a fabulous fifteen years. I don’t pay much
attention to professional sports, but whenever I hear anything about football, I
keep my ear open for news of Eddie.”
“Eddie Shapiro?” Carol asked on a disdainful note. “The guy’s a
worm.”
Maddie looked shocked. “You were engaged to him, weren’t
you?”
“Yeah, but he dropped me like a hot potato once he was picked
up by the pros.” Carol folded her arms and crossed her legs. Her foot swayed so
hard she created a draft. “Let’s change the subject, shall we?”
“Of course,” Maddie said apologetically.
A short awkward silence followed while Gretchen absorbed the
information. Like Maddie, she’d assumed Carol and Eddie had married. “What about
you, Maddie? Being a professor’s wife certainly appears to agree with you.”
Instant hot color blazed in Maddie’s cheeks, and her eyes
snapped with fire. “I never married John Theda. The man’s a cheat.”
“Weren’t you two engaged?”
“Oh, yes, until John got what he wanted, and it’s not what you
think. I suspect it was one of the shortest engagements on record.”
“What about you, Gretchen?” Carol asked, quickly changing the
subject once again. “How many children do you and Roger have?”
“Roger Lockheart?” Gretchen said. “I haven’t seen that rat in
years.”
Gretchen watched as her two college friends exchanged glances.
It seemed they were as shocked by her news as she was by theirs.
“Well, it appears we have a lot more to discuss than we
realized,” Gretchen said. And to think she’d worried herself sick about this
silly reunion. She leaned back on her hands and smiled softly. “If I’m hearing
you correctly, you were both engaged and then dumped.”
They nodded.
“Me too,” Gretchen confessed. “So there we were—three brides
and no groom. Who would’ve believed it?”
“I can’t believe you didn’t marry Roger,” Maddie whispered,
apparently having trouble taking it all in. “He was always so…so perfect.”
“I used to think he was wonderful,” Carol added.
“At one time I thought so, too,” Gretchen admitted.
“What happened?” Carol asked. “From what I remember, you and
Roger were less than a month away from your wedding.”
“Yup.”
“If you tell your story, I’ll tell you what happened with
John,” Maddie promised. “I’d like you to know.”
Carol grinned. “And I’ll spill my guts about Eddie
Shapiro.”
Gretchen laughed. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” Carol said.
“I do—” Maddie smoothed her hand down her skirt “—and you’ll
get the whole story from me. It’s time someone knew exactly what kind of person
John really is.” She glanced at Gretchen. “You go first, then Carol and then me.
I can’t think of a better way to spend the afternoon.”