Tracy Kiely: Murder on the Bride’s Side

“I don’t understand.”

Peter sighed and said in a rush, “I thought the reason you were breaking up with me was because of Harry. I thought you were using the whole mess with Chloe as an excuse.”

“Why on earth would you think that?”

“It was pretty obvious that Harry liked you—hell, he announced at the rehearsal dinner that he wanted to run off with you. Then at the wedding you danced with him an awful lot.”

“Only because you were off with Chloe!”

“Well, I didn’t know that at the time. And then after breaking up with me, you disappeared with Harry for a couple of hours. It wasn’t too much of a leap to wonder if you weren’t interested in him, especially given how calm you were about everything. You really didn’t seem to care.”

I let that sink in a minute, somewhat dumbfounded by the sad fact that the one time I managed to control my emotions, it completely backfired on me.

“But then I got Harry’s letter,” Peter continued. “And, well, it made me think that maybe I should try again.”

Same old Harry, I thought with a smile, still trying to fix things—even from beyond the grave. Suddenly, I noticed that Aunt Winnie hadn’t appeared to see who’d rung the doorbell. I might be an ass, I thought as I reached out and happily pulled Peter to me, but I wasn’t so big an ass to fight the machinations of both the living and the dead.