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didn’t want the chance of them being together totally destroyed. Yet Eugenia was on a course that was destined to make Tucker run as far from Sarah as his long legs would take him.
A knock on the hotel door interrupted her thoughts. She stood and went to the door, turning the lock slowly before she opened the portal.
One of the hotel messengers stood before her, a package in his hand with a hand-delivered note.
She signed for the package and shut the door. There was no name on the outside of the parcel except her own. Curious, she ripped open the tissue paper and tossed the lid aside. She reached inside the tissue-lined tin box and pulled out a white wedding veil with lace and pearls trimming the headband. Immediately she knew whom the package was from.
She tore into the envelope, fury making her fingers tremble.
Dear Sarah,
I’ve always dreamed of one of my daughters- in-law wearing my wedding veil when she weds my son. I’m sending you this veil so that you will know the faith of my belief that you and Tucker are meant to be together. Though I don’t expect the wedding to be held tomorrow, I do think eventually you will marry my son. Please do me the honor of wearing this veil when that day comes.
Sincerely,
Eugenia
Stunned, she stared at the white veil that had been lovingly wrapped in tissue and preserved. Oh! Sarah crumpled the note in her fist. The woman had nerve. To said her wedding veil to an almost stranger with a note regarding her son? How could she be so bold?
Well, Sarah could be just as stubborn. She would return the veil at once to Tucker and tell him to tell his mother in no uncertain terms that there would never be a match between the two of them. Eugenia had set her sights on her goal, and she was determined she would succeed, but Sarah was suddenly just as determined to put an end to her matchmaking ways. Sure, at one time she had wanted Tucker. But she wanted him to love her, not make a vow because his mother imposed upon him enough that he finally catapulted into marriage.
Maybe Tucker was right. She should meet the men he was willing to introduce her to, not to marry them, just to keep Eugenia off balance. With her involved with other men, she hoped Eugenia would give up on Tucker and Sarah being together.
Or maybe Tucker would consider that he could lose her to another man or maybe this would keep mother and son from driving Sarah crazy while she was here.
Whatever happened, it appeared that the next two months were going to be interesting, and Sarah was going to have a full social calendar for the first time in years.
Chapter Five
At the sound of the rapid knock, Tucker glanced up from the paperwork on his desk. Why did the sight of Sarah always cause his heart to give a small leap? She stood in the doorway, her face red, her body taut. Something was dreadfully wrong.
“Can I come in,” she asked, her voice polite and brisk.
He jumped up from behind his desk and hurried around to greet her. “What’s wrong? You wouldn’t have come here if there wasn’t a problem.”
He could see the tension in her body in the way she walked toward him carrying a small tin.
“What’s in the tin?” he asked, fearing her answer.
“This is what’s the matter,” she said, laying the tin down on his desk and yanking off the lid.
She reached inside the white tissue paper and pulled out a wedding veil.
Tucker stood to the side of his desk, shock paralyzing him as he stared in horror at the white piece of material. Suddenly he remembered where he had seen this lacy material. He recognized the garment from a tintype of his parents’ wedding day. It was his mother’s bridal veil.
He shook his head. This was beyond what even he had expected from his mother. Just how far was she willing to go to see him wed?
He ran his hand through his hair. Oh, God, was he in trouble. He glanced at Sarah and noticed the tautness around her mouth, the grim determination in her features. What could he
A knock on the hotel door interrupted her thoughts. She stood and went to the door, turning the lock slowly before she opened the portal.
One of the hotel messengers stood before her, a package in his hand with a hand-delivered note.
She signed for the package and shut the door. There was no name on the outside of the parcel except her own. Curious, she ripped open the tissue paper and tossed the lid aside. She reached inside the tissue-lined tin box and pulled out a white wedding veil with lace and pearls trimming the headband. Immediately she knew whom the package was from.
She tore into the envelope, fury making her fingers tremble.
Dear Sarah,
I’ve always dreamed of one of my daughters- in-law wearing my wedding veil when she weds my son. I’m sending you this veil so that you will know the faith of my belief that you and Tucker are meant to be together. Though I don’t expect the wedding to be held tomorrow, I do think eventually you will marry my son. Please do me the honor of wearing this veil when that day comes.
Sincerely,
Eugenia
Stunned, she stared at the white veil that had been lovingly wrapped in tissue and preserved. Oh! Sarah crumpled the note in her fist. The woman had nerve. To said her wedding veil to an almost stranger with a note regarding her son? How could she be so bold?
Well, Sarah could be just as stubborn. She would return the veil at once to Tucker and tell him to tell his mother in no uncertain terms that there would never be a match between the two of them. Eugenia had set her sights on her goal, and she was determined she would succeed, but Sarah was suddenly just as determined to put an end to her matchmaking ways. Sure, at one time she had wanted Tucker. But she wanted him to love her, not make a vow because his mother imposed upon him enough that he finally catapulted into marriage.
Maybe Tucker was right. She should meet the men he was willing to introduce her to, not to marry them, just to keep Eugenia off balance. With her involved with other men, she hoped Eugenia would give up on Tucker and Sarah being together.
Or maybe Tucker would consider that he could lose her to another man or maybe this would keep mother and son from driving Sarah crazy while she was here.
Whatever happened, it appeared that the next two months were going to be interesting, and Sarah was going to have a full social calendar for the first time in years.
Chapter Five
At the sound of the rapid knock, Tucker glanced up from the paperwork on his desk. Why did the sight of Sarah always cause his heart to give a small leap? She stood in the doorway, her face red, her body taut. Something was dreadfully wrong.
“Can I come in,” she asked, her voice polite and brisk.
He jumped up from behind his desk and hurried around to greet her. “What’s wrong? You wouldn’t have come here if there wasn’t a problem.”
He could see the tension in her body in the way she walked toward him carrying a small tin.
“What’s in the tin?” he asked, fearing her answer.
“This is what’s the matter,” she said, laying the tin down on his desk and yanking off the lid.
She reached inside the white tissue paper and pulled out a wedding veil.
Tucker stood to the side of his desk, shock paralyzing him as he stared in horror at the white piece of material. Suddenly he remembered where he had seen this lacy material. He recognized the garment from a tintype of his parents’ wedding day. It was his mother’s bridal veil.
He shook his head. This was beyond what even he had expected from his mother. Just how far was she willing to go to see him wed?
He ran his hand through his hair. Oh, God, was he in trouble. He glanced at Sarah and noticed the tautness around her mouth, the grim determination in her features. What could he
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