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Three Brides, No Groom
Debbie Macomber
Perfect for fans of Maeve Binchy' - CandisSometimes love doesn’t turn out the way you plan.Because sometimes the right man isn’t. Three women meet at their fifteenth class reunion…and discover that their lives have taken unexpected directions. Back in their college days, Gretchen Wise had been engaged to a top law student. Carol Furness, head cheerleader, had said yes to the school’s football hero. And Maddie Cobain was the girl who’d fallen for a professor.Now the three of them gather around a popular fountain on the college grounds. This fountain was where lovers met, where promises were made…and broken. So it’s fitting that Gretchen, Carol and Maddie sit here to share their stories of betrayal and, yes, revenge.Stories of finding new love… Sometimes the things you don’t plan are the best!“Macomber has a gift for evoking the emotions that are at the heart of the genre's popularity, and her breezy style keeps the pages turning.” –Publishers Weekly“Exudes Macomber's classic warmth and gentle humor…”–Library Journal
Sometimes love doesn’t turn out the way you plan.
Because sometimes the right man isn’t.
Three women meet at their fifteen-year class reunion...and discover that their lives have taken unexpected directions.
Back in their college days, Gretchen Wise had been engaged to a top law student. Carol Furness, head cheerleader, had said yes to the school’s football hero. And Maddie Cobain was the girl who’d fallen for a professor.
Now the three of them gather around a popular fountain on the college grounds. This fountain was where lovers met, where promises were made…and broken. So it’s fitting that Gretchen, Carol and Maddie sit here to share their stories of betrayal and, yes, revenge. Stories of finding new love...
Sometimes the things you don’t plan are the best!
Praise for
“Essentially a trilogy of loosely linked short stories, this work exudes Macomber’s classic warmth and gentle humor. This collection will appeal to Macomber’s many fans and to anyone who has ever endured the emotional rigors (and terrors) of a school reunion.”
—Library Journal on Three Brides, No Groom
“Macomber is skilled at creating characters who work their way into readers’ hearts.”
—RT Book Reviews on Dakota Home
“I’ve never met a Macomber book I didn’t love!”
—Linda Lael Miller,New York Timesbestselling author
“Popular romance writer Macomber has a gift for evoking the emotions that are at the heart of the genre’s popularity.”
—Publishers Weekly
“One of Macomber’s great strengths is her insight into human behavior–both admirable and ignoble. Her ability to make her points about it without preaching is another.…”
—RT Book Reviews on Susannah’s Garden
“Romance readers everywhere cherish the books of Debbie Macomber.”
—Susan Elizabeth Phillips
“When God created Eve, He must have asked Debbie Macomber for advice, because no one does female characters better than this author.”
—Bookbrowser Reviews on 16 Lighthouse Road
“Macomber’s assured storytelling and affirming narrative are as welcoming as your favorite easy chair.”
—Publishers Weekly on Twenty Wishes
“Debbie Macomber writes characters who are as warm and funny as your best friends.”
—New York Times bestselling author Susan Wiggs
July 2012
Dear Friends,
Although it’s been a lot of years now, I clearly remember my (only!) wedding. It was early September and apparently a very popular day. The Catholic church my family attended had weddings scheduled every hour on the hour from ten that morning until well into the afternoon.
Wayne’s and my wedding was set for noon. However, there must have been some kind of glitch, because the 11:00 a.m. wedding went over the allotted time. Wayne walked into the church—he’d been inside once before and that was for the rehearsal—and saw the bride marrying…someone else. For one wild moment he was afraid he was late and my father had found a substitute groom. Thankfully, Wayne’s best man prevented him from rushing forward and stopping the wedding.
At least I can say that my prince showed up for the wedding. The three brides in my story, however, were more or less abandoned at the altar. For each of them did it turn out to be good luck rather than bad? Was it a twist of fate? Does the adage “What goes around comes around” come into play? What about “Don’t get mad, get even”? Well, my friends, you’re about to discover the answers to those questions….
I hope you enjoy Three Brides, No Groom, which I originally wrote in the mid-1990s. I guess you could call it vintage Macomber.
As always, I love getting your comments and letters. You can reach me via my website at DebbieMacomber.com (http://www.DebbieMacomber.com) and leaving a message on my guest page, or by writing me directly at P.O. Box 1458, Port Orchard, WA 98366.
Warmest regards,
Debbie Macomber
Three Brides, No Groom
Debbie Macomber
www.mirabooks.co.uk (http://www.mirabooks.co.uk)
In memory of my mother, Connie Adler, who gave me life, love and taught me to laugh, and Marie Macomber, who shared her wisdom and her son.
Contents
Prologue (#u62e1ceac-be43-523f-8a76-73d3ad35d346)
Gretchen’s Story (#ubd433cbf-41a2-5678-9853-72b4ffcd4541)
Chapter 1 (#ucc000087-a761-549a-99ef-11a667d20916)
Chapter 2 (#u0409aeba-9ed2-519c-bf8a-4b4b19721ff9)
Chapter 3 (#u8eec16ee-65f0-5baf-8b78-276140670a58)
Chapter 4 (#u9b3e5dad-8130-55a1-8008-408a8a1d5eea)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Carol’s Story (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter 2 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 3 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 4 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Maddie’s Story (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter 2 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 3 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 4 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Prologue
The fountain located in the center of Queen Anne University in Seattle was thought to be the very heart of the private college. It was here, in the dead of night, where young lovers with pounding eager hearts rendezvoused. It was here that words of love were whispered between urgent kisses, where promises were made and, sadly, promises were broken. Its shadow had entertained laughter and joy, sorrow and tears.
The fountain had borne witness to it all.
It was to this fountain that three women came that summer afternoon, each arriving from a different direction, each burdened with memories from fifteen years past.
The first to arrive was Gretchen Wise. Miss Popularity, the class president, beautiful and smart, too. Unfortunately not smart enough to recognize the kind of man Roger Lockheart was before she accepted his engagement ring.
The second was Carol Furness, the head cheerleader, filled with energy, enthusiasm, joy and purpose. She’d built her future around a football hero, only to learn Eddie Shapiro was anything but.
And lastly Maddie Coolidge, the class “bad girl,” who’d played a tricky game of looking for love and, like so many before her, searched in all the wrong places. Who would have believed that math professor John Theda would steal far more than her heart?
The fountain welcomed them all.
* * *
Gretchen Wise walked slowly toward the old cement fountain and smiled as the memories swirled around her the way water rushed around a rock in a swift stream.
She could almost hear the echo of laughter from those long-ago years. How happy she’d been back then: young, carefree, excited and so very much in love—with the wrong man. Fifteen years earlier she’d barely been able to appreciate her own graduation, not with her head full of wedding plans and Roger.
Roger Lockheart, the love of her life. The man of her dreams.
The rat.
She thought about him now and again, fleetingly and with a twinge of sadness. Sometimes she entertained thoughts of all the might-have-beens. Only natural, she concluded.
How handsome her old college sweetheart had been, how confident, his future on a fast track to success. He’d been scheduled to take his bar exam two weeks before their society wedding, and had been guaranteed a position in his father’s high-powered law firm.
The day Roger had presented her with an engagement ring had been one of the happiest in her young life, the day she’d removed it from her finger one of the saddest.
Many an afternoon had been spent soaking up the sunshine at the beautiful old fountain. Students had cooled off in the cold spray or splashed barefoot in the ankle-deep water. The fountain was as old as the university itself. Every brochure the college had produced in its distinguished one-hundred-year history had pictured students gathered around the fountain socializing and studying.
Sitting on the cold concrete rim now, Gretchen swung her gaze to the nearby law school. The two-story redbrick building with the wide flight of stairs leading up to the double doors remained much the same. The ivy had been clipped back, and the lawn on the side of the building had been replaced with a concrete patio.
She had spent many an idle afternoon sitting in this very spot, anticipating Roger’s arrival, never guessing where he’d actually been.
It had been a warm afternoon like this one when she’d first talked to Josh Morrow. Heedless of rules, Josh had ridden his Harley-Davidson motorcycle down the narrow pathway and attempted to pick her up. The man lacked nothing if not audacity. It was one of the rare times she’d seen him without some blond bimbo sitting behind him, clinging to his waist. More often than not it had been Didi Wilson. When Roger had seen Josh flirting with Gretchen, he’d been livid. As if she’d ever given Roger reason to be jealous! Maybe she should have.
Gretchen nearly laughed out loud at the memory. Josh Morrow had enjoyed life on the edge. He drank, swore and gambled on a conservative college campus that frowned upon all three. He was said to live on beer and cigarettes. He challenged every teacher unfortunate enough to have him in class, fought the establishment and generally raised cain. Josh had grabbed life by the throat and courted danger, and he’d fascinated her.
* * *
Everything was different, and yet nothing had changed. Carol Furness strolled across the lush green grass toward the fountain. Oh, my, had it really been fifteen years? It didn’t seem possible, and in many ways it felt like yesterday.
Carol had been the envy of every girl in class. Shortly after Christmas her senior year, she’d become engaged to Eddie Shapiro. Eddie was now a football legend at Queen Anne. A legend in Carol’s mind, too, but for other reasons. Their romance was a classic: the football hero and the head cheerleader. Fifteen years ago she had been athletic, bright and talented. She liked to believe she still was.
No thanks to Eddie. The worm.
And yet she had much to thank Eddie for. If he hadn’t dumped her, she might never have gotten to know Clark Rusbach. The class brain, a wizard with computers, a genius. Clark was technically too cute to be classified as a geek, although Eddie had often referred to him as one. In retrospect it was easy to recognize that Eddie had been jealous of Clark.
Clark knew a lot about computers, but next to nothing about women. Carol had admired him from afar, had gone out of her way to be friendly in the few classes they’d shared, and tried to tell him, without upsetting Eddie, that she admired him.
The dividends of her kindness had been rich indeed, if only she’d been smart enough to recognize what she’d had.
* * *
Maddie Coolidge wondered if anyone would recognize her as she sauntered across the campus in the direction of the fountain. She’d changed. The outlandish attention-seeking bad girl of her youth was no more. The girl she’d been had died a painful death, the victim of a costly, but worthwhile, lesson.
With the fountain in sight, her steps slowed. It had been at this fountain fifteen years earlier that she’d last seen John Theda.
The cheat.
A number of other choice descriptions filled her mind, but she pushed them aside, refusing to dwell on her former mathematics professor. He’d courted her, wooed her with words and deeds—all on the sly, of course, lest word escape that he’d fallen for a student. John had pledged his love and asked her to be his wife. She had accepted, her joy exploding. What fun it had been to pretend with him, to act as if there was nothing romantic between them.
While she might have fooled everyone else, Brent Holliday had known. Who or what had allowed her secret to escape, Maddie never learned. The preacher’s son seemed to think a few well-chosen words would set her on the straight and narrow path, but he had been wrong. But then, she’d had a few difficult lessons to learn in those days. Lessons that hadn’t come easy.
* * *
“Gretchen?”
