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Authors: Carol Durand, Summer Prescott
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waiting for her, hand outstretched, at the end? A sudden warmth swept through her, from her head to her toes, as she realized, powerfully, irrevocably, that she was in love with Detective Chas Beckett, and in this moment, should he have chosen to let go of the bride and take her hand instead, she would have followed him to the altar, or to the ends of the earth.
Chapter 19
Ben and Cheryl’s wedding had been a touching, warm, heartfelt affair that had total strangers dabbing at their eyes with tissue. The love between the newlyweds was an alive, nearly tangible thing that moved anyone who was lucky enough to witness it. While Missy’s back yard was large enough for the ceremony, the reception was being held, ironically enough, in the grand hotel where Ben had been rendered unconscious and stuffed in a trunk. The event was catered, but the couple had insisted that, instead of a traditional wedding cake, they had to have a “cake” made of just over one hundred and fifty of their favorite cupcakes. The entire staff had made an event of baking the ‘cake’ the day before, with a cupcake extravaganza at the LaChance shop, fueled by pizza, beer and fun and supervised by stand-in father-of-the-bride, Chas.
Chas danced with Cheryl for the father-daughter dance, and Missy danced with Ben for the mother-son dance, with Grayson catching the garter and 90 year old Mildred Feldman catching the bouquet. The evening was filled with laughter and dancing, and Missy was delighted to find that her tall-dark-and-handsome boyfriend certainly knew what to do on the dance floor. After a rigorous combination of 80’s dance tunes, she and the detective plopped down happily at a table next to the dance floor for some rest and refreshment.
Caught up in the sweetness of the moment, Missy gazed out at the dancers with a smile lighting her face. “What a perfectly wonderful day,” she sighed, taking Chas’s hand.
“Mmm…” he nodded, brushing her cheek with a kiss. “I never thought about this stage of life, getting married, that kind of thing, but it’s pretty amazing to see it happening right in front of me, to two people that I care about,” he mused.
“I know exactly what you mean,” Missy nodded. “I found myself thinking about things differently today, as though a whole world that I’d never considered before could actually be a possibility.”
“I’m surprised that you’ve never been married,” Chas admitted. “How is it that no Prince Charming ever swept you off of your feet and put a ring on that elegant finger?” he asked, kissing her hand.
“Well, I took over running the store, while going to school, when my parents died, and that basically set the course for my life. I’ve dedicated myself to running my shop since I was 17, and just never had the time or inclination to commit entirely to a relationship,” she shrugged.
“And now?” he asked, his eyes holding her captive.
Missy’s heart pounded as she weighed the possibilities of just how honest she was willing to be. Ultimately, she trusted Chas Beckett, and if her feelings for him scared him away, it would be better to find out sooner rather than later, so she opted for honesty. “And now…I can see more possibilities than I could before,” she swallowed hard, wondering how he’d react. She’d never shared her feelings quite so intimately with anyone before, this was scary territory.
“Meaning?” he prodded, encouraging her to share how she felt.
“Meaning that…” she began.
“Hey you two! Why so serious over here?” Mayor Felton Chadwick boisterously interrupted the intimate moment. “It’s a party – time to eat, drink and be merry!” he patted his generous tummy looking like he’d been indulging in two of the three at the very least. “Miss Gladstone, may I request the pleasure of your company on the dance floor?” he held out a pudgy hand.
“I…uh…” Missy was at a loss, still not having recovered from nearly telling
Chapter 19
Ben and Cheryl’s wedding had been a touching, warm, heartfelt affair that had total strangers dabbing at their eyes with tissue. The love between the newlyweds was an alive, nearly tangible thing that moved anyone who was lucky enough to witness it. While Missy’s back yard was large enough for the ceremony, the reception was being held, ironically enough, in the grand hotel where Ben had been rendered unconscious and stuffed in a trunk. The event was catered, but the couple had insisted that, instead of a traditional wedding cake, they had to have a “cake” made of just over one hundred and fifty of their favorite cupcakes. The entire staff had made an event of baking the ‘cake’ the day before, with a cupcake extravaganza at the LaChance shop, fueled by pizza, beer and fun and supervised by stand-in father-of-the-bride, Chas.
Chas danced with Cheryl for the father-daughter dance, and Missy danced with Ben for the mother-son dance, with Grayson catching the garter and 90 year old Mildred Feldman catching the bouquet. The evening was filled with laughter and dancing, and Missy was delighted to find that her tall-dark-and-handsome boyfriend certainly knew what to do on the dance floor. After a rigorous combination of 80’s dance tunes, she and the detective plopped down happily at a table next to the dance floor for some rest and refreshment.
Caught up in the sweetness of the moment, Missy gazed out at the dancers with a smile lighting her face. “What a perfectly wonderful day,” she sighed, taking Chas’s hand.
“Mmm…” he nodded, brushing her cheek with a kiss. “I never thought about this stage of life, getting married, that kind of thing, but it’s pretty amazing to see it happening right in front of me, to two people that I care about,” he mused.
“I know exactly what you mean,” Missy nodded. “I found myself thinking about things differently today, as though a whole world that I’d never considered before could actually be a possibility.”
“I’m surprised that you’ve never been married,” Chas admitted. “How is it that no Prince Charming ever swept you off of your feet and put a ring on that elegant finger?” he asked, kissing her hand.
“Well, I took over running the store, while going to school, when my parents died, and that basically set the course for my life. I’ve dedicated myself to running my shop since I was 17, and just never had the time or inclination to commit entirely to a relationship,” she shrugged.
“And now?” he asked, his eyes holding her captive.
Missy’s heart pounded as she weighed the possibilities of just how honest she was willing to be. Ultimately, she trusted Chas Beckett, and if her feelings for him scared him away, it would be better to find out sooner rather than later, so she opted for honesty. “And now…I can see more possibilities than I could before,” she swallowed hard, wondering how he’d react. She’d never shared her feelings quite so intimately with anyone before, this was scary territory.
“Meaning?” he prodded, encouraging her to share how she felt.
“Meaning that…” she began.
“Hey you two! Why so serious over here?” Mayor Felton Chadwick boisterously interrupted the intimate moment. “It’s a party – time to eat, drink and be merry!” he patted his generous tummy looking like he’d been indulging in two of the three at the very least. “Miss Gladstone, may I request the pleasure of your company on the dance floor?” he held out a pudgy hand.
“I…uh…” Missy was at a loss, still not having recovered from nearly telling
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