The garter hit him right between the
He caught it as it fell and he stared
Oh, this wasn't right.
As the crowd of wedding guests cheered,
Colin McClure cursed a God with such a sick and twisted sense of humor. His
good-natured opponents slapped him on the back and congratulated his
victory. The white garter with the shiny white ribbon and tiny white flower
in the middle looked like a mocking smile in his hand.
He knew he'd have to face her
eventually. He also knew the chances were incredibly likely that he'd face
her here at her sister's wedding. Her sister was his best friend, so it made
perfect sense that they would come face-to-face at Blue's wedding. In fact,
he'd kind of counted on seeing her again here with her family and a crap
load of strangers as chaperones. He was sure to be on his best and most
polite behavior at Blue's wedding.
What he hadn't counted on was her doing
her damndest to avoid him all night. What he hadn't counted on was getting
pressed into standing among the bachelors while Landen threw his new wife's
garter into the throng. God knew he hadn't counted on catching the damn
thing, putting him seconds away from saying hello, for the first time in
nearly three years, in front of all these people while he groped her leg.
Great. Just great.
And there she was, gorgeous in her dark
blue bride's maid dress. Her black hair cut short and sleek around her bold
features, her lips in a relaxed smile while her eyes promised him death and
In that second, the well constructed
fortress keeping all of his thoughts and memories and feelings about her at
bay exploded in his head. He'd spent years pretending she hadn't crushed his
heart to dust.
Christ! Whenever she felt superior
she'd put on the same damn smiling anti-smile. Colin gave her the
patronizing smirk he'd patented for her to combat her anti-smile. Her eyes
narrow for a split second before she looked away and laughed with the crowd.
He didn't know what her problem was
anyway. He'd planned on being a nice guy to her. Forget the past. Move on
and get over it. He would greet her kindly and ask about her daughter and
have a bit of small talk and that'd be the end of it. He would not let her
know how every memory he possessed about her haunted him every minute of
Looking at her now, all flashing eyes
and righteous indignation, and every one of his good intentions laughed at
him and dove for cover. It was like someone turned on a flashlight in a dark
room and all he could see was her goading him, pushing all the right
buttons, and laughing because she somehow had magical powers that allowed
her to see into his soul and taunt his most vulnerable spots.
A white chair was produced for her and
she sank down like a queen. She gave him a haughty lift of her chin. This
uncomfortable, public meeting could have been avoided had she been mature
and greeted him politely earlier in the evening. By God, she got them into
this mess and she deserved to squirm a bit.
Colin smiled. Yeah, squirm like a worm
on his hook.