Wedding Vows: I Thee Wed. Shirley Jump
is more stubborn than a herd of donkeys.”
“Or maybe because she is talking and you aren’t listening.”
Cade started in on the tie again. That was the same thing Emmie had said. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“All along, you’ve been saying it’s her that won’t talk. Saying she’s the one who walked out on the marriage. Did you ever think that it might have been you?”
“That’s insane. I’ve always been there.” The final bow tightened against his neck and he turned around.
“Well, except when I was at work.”
“And how great of a husband do you think Dad would have been if he’d married again?”
“Dad would have been horrible. Heck, he wasn’t even good at the father thing. Never home, always talking about the office, leaving us to do our own thing.”
“Uh-huh. Do you recognize anyone in that picture?”
Cade shook his head. “I’m not like Dad.”
“You are, too. You’re just not as crabby as he is.” Carter grinned. “And you don’t share his opinion that I’m an idiot.”
“He just wants you to make something of yourself.” Cade had served as the go-between for the two for years, but he might as well have been a brick wall, given how little Carter and their father communicated. Cade wondered sometimes if his Type-A, workaholic father envied Carter’s footloose approach to life.
“I did make something of myself,” Carter said.
“What I made wasn’t good enough. He wanted me to be a lawyer. I’d sooner commit hari-kari than spend all day locked up with legal briefs.” Carter snorted at the very idea. “Do you even like being a lawyer?”
Cade sighed and dropped into one of the kitchen chairs. “No, I don’t.”
“Then why the hell are you doing it?”
“Because Dad paid for me to go to college. Gave me a job when Melanie and I had nothing. No money, no apartment, nothing but a baby on the way.”
“And he’s made you pay him back ten times over,” Carter said, sliding into the opposite seat. “If you hate your job, quit.”
“I don’t have a backup plan, Carter. It’s not like I can take my law degree and be a really good bartender.”
“You took your law degree and made really good coffee. Mixing a margarita on some beach in Jamaica should be a piece of cake after that.”
Cade laughed, then returned to reality. To a mortgage, college tuition and a retirement to fund. “I’m not going to throw away a twenty-year career to serve women in bikinis.”
“You have got issues, my brother.” Carter chuckled. “I’d do just about anything to serve women in bikinis.”
“That’s why you’re the bachelor and I’m the—” Cade cut himself off. He wasn’t the married one, not really. “Okay, bad point. Still, I’m not applying for any jobs in Jamaica.”
“There may be an opening as a toy company CEO soon if I keep helping this business run into the ground,” Carter said, then glanced at his watch.
“Anyway, I have to go. I have a date.” He rose. “I may be a bachelor, and a disappointment to my father and a guy whose still trying to figure out who he is, but at least I’m honest about it. One piece of advice. The sooner you get honest with yourself, the sooner you can get honest with Melanie, too.”
Then Carter left, leaving Cade with a mental mirror finally large enough for him to see the reflection of himself. He got out a piece of paper and began to write.
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