Мистер Камень. Анна Ольховская
his arm. When she slipped her hand through and rested it on his forearm, they started down the aisle.
“Fancy meeting you here,” he murmured.
“I bet you thought you were never going to see me again,” she whispered while keeping her smile in place. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
“Who’s disappointed?” He should have known it was bound to happen. For fourteen years he’d allowed himself nothing more than one-night stands with strangers. The odds that he could continue forever without running into one of those women again had been growing slimmer. Now he just had to make the best of it. It shouldn’t be hard. Neely and Reese were leaving on their honeymoon after the reception that night, and all the Madisons would be going home the next day—Kylie back home to Texas, Bailey to Tennessee, their mother to Illinois and Hallie to…wherever.
How had he learned where home was for the rest of her family, but missed that bit about her?
“I-I’d appreciate it if you don’t say anything to Neely about…”
He fixed a steady gaze on her. “Do I look like the sort of man who would share the details of his sex life with anyone?”
“No,” she murmured.
They reached the back of the sanctuary, then moved down two steps into the foyer. As soon as Del and Kylie joined them, an usher closed the doors, Reese immediately kissed Neely again, and Hallie pulled away. She clasped her hands together and looked everywhere except at him. “I…uh…” An expression of great relief crossed her face when Neely joined them.
“So you two have met,” Neely said, hugging her sister before rising onto her toes to brush a kiss to Brady’s cheek. “Isn’t he gorgeous?” she asked, beaming as she wiped the lipstick from his skin. “But don’t get any ideas, Hallie. I’ve got plans for him and Kylie.”
The warning created a panicked look in Hallie’s eyes as she glanced from Neely to him to her younger sister. Brady wished he could tell her not to worry. Neely might intend to hook him up with Kylie, but he had no intention of letting her set the hook. He wasn’t interested in the baby of the Madison family. He damn sure wasn’t interested in anyone who lived in Texas.
“I’ve been fresh out of ideas of that nature for about six months now,” Hallie said, fooling her sister with her careless manner but not Brady. He wondered what had happened six months ago that had turned her off romantic entanglements and most likely put that stress in her eyes. Obviously, she’d been hurt, and more than likely he’d heard something about it from Neely. Damned if he could remember, though.
“Oh, you’ll get over it,” Neely said, then thoughtlessly added, “You always do. Brady, come on and let me introduce you to Kylie. She is such a doll.”
Brady let her pull him down the hall, where she left him while she went to retrieve Kylie from her conversation with Reese and Jace. “Such a doll” was about as accurate as a description could get. Even her voice had a little-girl quality to it. He wasn’t sure how old she was—probably somewhere between twenty-five and thirty—but she looked about sixteen. There was no way he could even think about doing anything with her without feeling as if he were committing some statutory offense. But he talked to her, and then to Bailey—or, at least, he listened to them. Like Neely, neither of them appeared to be the least bit shy.
And what about Hallie? She was hugging the wall as if she’d rather be anyplace else. Shy? Or uncomfortable because of him? There had been nothing shy about the way she’d approached him in the bar Thursday night. But then, he knew better than most that the way people behaved in bars could be very different from their usual manner. He’d broken up more than his share of bar brawls started by some normally shy woman or unassuming man.
After a few minutes, the usher opened the doors to the sanctuary again. While they’d been waiting in the foyer, the guests had left the church through a side door and moved to the pavilion in the park across the street where the reception would be held. Now the sanctuary was empty for photographs.
It seemed the picture-taking took longer than the ceremony had, but finally they were finished. He was wondering what kind of luck he would have slipping out the door and heading home when Reese clapped him on the back. “Don’t even think about it.”
“About what?” Brady asked, keeping his expression bland.
“Going home. Not before Neely gets a dance with you.”
“The thought never crossed my mind,” Brady lied.
“Yeah, right. I know being social isn’t your favorite thing. You’d rather be home alone watching TV with a pizza and a beer.”
Brady shrugged, then quietly said, “Well, you did it.”
Reese glanced at Neely, coming their way, and smiled a satisfied smile. “Yeah. I did. Who knows? Maybe you’ll be next.”
“No, thanks. Been there, done that.”
And had the scars to prove it.
When Neely had told her they were having their reception outside, Hallie envisioned a setting similar to the parties she’d held back home in Beverly Hills—the pool sparkling in the night, the lush gardens perfuming the air, acres of emerald-green grass and uniformed servers attentive to the guests’ every need.
The scene surrounding her was quite different. They were in a park that was basically one square block with a pavilion in the center. Lights had been strung from tree to tree and around the canopies circling the pavilion, and a band had set up on a stage nearby. The grass was parched from Oklahoma’s typical hot summer with too little rain, and the only servers were keeping the occasional fly away from the cake and the small hands out of the grown-ups’ punch.
But this party had something hers never had—a sense of joy. Real affection and friendship. A warm sense of home.
Her sister had landed herself in the midst of some very nice people. Hallie had gotten introductions to plenty of them after the cake was cut, and she thought she’d kept them pretty straight in her mind. Over the next few weeks she would have a chance to find out.
After taking a bottled water from a tub of ice near the punch table, she found a place to lean against the massive trunk of an oak tree and watched the dancing in the pavilion. A couple of friendly young men had asked her to dance, but she’d politely refused. Kylie and Bailey weren’t refusing any offers. They hadn’t missed one tune in the past half hour. They had each danced once with Brady Marshall, and so had Neely.
When Hallie had peeked around the hallway before the ceremony started and spotted him standing with Reese and his family, she had practically swallowed her tongue. She’d tried to sound casual and merely curious when she’d returned to the classroom they were using for a dressing room and asked Neely about him, but with her face flushed and her voice breathy like Kylie’s, she wasn’t sure she’d pulled it off.
Neely hadn’t told her much—just his name, that he would be the acting sheriff while she and Reese were gone and that he was a good friend. At the time Hallie had thought she was too distracted to say much else. Now she knew her sister had been saving the good stuff for Kylie.
Frankly, Hallie couldn’t see him with Kylie.
Not that she cared. She’d sworn off men for the rest of her life, except for occasional flings. She was never getting serious, never getting married and for darn sure never getting divorced again. She couldn’t survive it. And since love came with no guarantees, she wasn’t giving it another try.
Though it seemed that Neely had gotten her guarantee. The way Reese looked at her—as if she were the most important person in his life, as if he were the luckiest guy in the world to have her—was enough to make Hallie’s heart hurt. Had any man ever looked at her like that? No, not even the three she’d married.
And they’d divorced her. One because she refused to use the drugs he couldn’t live without, one because she was a drag, and Max because she wasn’t young enough. For heaven’s