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want.” If he didn’t come back—horrible thought!—the only time they’d have together was right now. Was she really willing to give that up for a flower-filled church and a bunch of bridesmaids? Anyway, she wanted to start motherhood with a husband in the picture, even if that picture was of Daddy somewhere in a desert.
    “Let’s do it, then,” he said. “Let’s go downtown first thing Monday and get the license. Then we can get married next Friday.”
    She’d be with Cam. She’d be Mrs. Cameron Richardson. They wouldn’t have much time before he left but it would be better than nothing.
    “What do you say, Annie?” he prompted.
    “I say yes!” She’d be crazy to say anything else.
    “All right!” he crowed. And then he gave her a kiss that made her toes curl in her jelly shoes. Who needed a fancy wedding, anyway?
    Not me
, Anne told herself.
    Not me
, she reminded herself on Friday afternoon at four thirty as she entered the big, impersonal Seattle municipal courthouse wearing a white satin sheath and a small diamond ring, carrying a bouquet of red roses. She was flanked by her parents, her father smiling gamely, her mother smiling, too, although her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. Kendra trailed behind, the clueless younger sister, excited by the whole adventure.
    And there, waiting for her, was Cam with his parents. His eyes lit up at the sight of her and he hurried over and kissed her. “You look incredible.”
    “You look beautiful, dear,” his mother added and kissed her on the cheek before greeting Anne’s mother. If she wasn’t happy about the rush-job wedding, she didn’t betray it.
    “Well,” said Dad, “let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”
    “Good idea,” Cam said, smiling at Anne. He offered her his arm. She took it and they started down the hallway.
    They made their way to the room reserved for weddings, passing lawyers busy conferring with their clients—sketchy guys in dirty jeans or angry women with naked ring fingers, probably in the process of getting divorced. This was her wedding march. No church filled with well-wishers, no big wedding reception after the ceremony, just a dinner at her parents’ house with the two families and the small cake her neighbor Mrs. Hornsby had insisted on making for them. It was the world’s ugliest cake, slightly lopsided (“I had a little trouble assembling it,” Mrs. H. had confessed) with neon pink rosebuds that you needed sunglasses to look at and bride and groom toppers that must’ve been around since the fifties. But hey, it was a wedding cake.
    An angry guy gave a man in a suit the finger and slouched away, knocking into Anne as he passed and telling her to watch where the hell she was going. It was all so different from what she’d dreamed of.
You’re marrying Cam. That’s what matters.
So why were tears springing to her eyes?
    He looked at her with concern. “Are you okay?”
    She nodded. “I’m just so happy.”
    * * *
    And she had been all these years. Still, she’d always regretted the fact that she and Cam had taken their vows in such a sterile environment.
    Laney could afford to wait and do things right, and somehow, Anne had to get through to her. When it came to her wedding, a woman shouldn’t settle, even if her groom wanted to be a pirate.
    Laney was going to have no regrets. Anne would see to it.

Chapter Six
    Roberta, Woman of Mystery
    “N ice write-up in the paper,” Dot Morrison said when she stopped by Roberta and Daphne’s table at Pancake Haus to say hi.
    “Thank you,” Roberta said, lining up the salt and pepper shakers. It
had
been a nice write-up, and sweet of Muriel to think of her.
    “When are they going to do one on you?” Daphne asked.
    “Next week,” Dot said. “Looks like they’re writing up all us old-timers first.”
    Old-timer. Sometimes it seemed like only yesterday that Roberta had arrived in town. Back then, Icicle Falls had been transforming itself from a