Sally Carleen - A Gift For The Groom

She definitely didn’t need this, didn’t want or need to be attracted to a man who was the embodiment of chaos, guaranteed to create more problems in her life.

Nick took his hand away, and she opened the car door and darted out. He caught up to her as they reached the church steps.

“Analise, I didn’t mean to imply that I don’t believe you. I just have a hard time understanding. I helped raise four little sisters and I was married for four months, so I know what it means to be compelled to take care of someone and worry about them. But—a stranger?”

She stopped and turned back to him. “I’ve always had everything. It’s been great, but I’ve often wondered why I should be so lucky. I didn’t do anything to deserve any of it. And Sara didn’t do anything to deserve so much bad. It’s not fair that I had so much and she had so little. Maybe this is my chance to make things more equal.”

He stared at her for a long moment, his gaze unreadable and veiled. Finally he shrugged. “Whatever. It’s your case.” He looked down at her bare legs. “But are you sure you want to go to church in that getup?”

She lifted her chin defiantly. “Last I heard, God was more concerned with the inside than the outside. Anyway, I don’t have anything else. This bag will only hold so much.”

Nick scowled. “Why didn’t you bring a regular suitcase?”

“If my parents had seen me packing a suitcase, they’d have stopped me from coming. If anybody in that town had seen me with a suitcase, they’d have told my parents, who’d have stopped me from coming.”

Nick’s gaze moved slowly over her body, heating her blood as if he’d physically touched her, then returning to her face. “You’re a grown woman. Isn’t that a little extreme, having the whole town tattling on you?”

“I’ve always thought so. I told you, my parents are really into being overprotective. I’m twenty-seven years old, but you’d think I was still seven the way they treat me. They don’t think I have sense enough to cross the street by myself even though there’s hardly any traffic in Briar Creek, which remands me, I haven’t called them since I got to the airport in Wyoming yesterday and they’ll be worried. I need to find a phone.”

“Do your parents have reason to worry about you?”

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