Love Inspired January 2014 - Bundle 2 of 2: Bayou Sweetheart\The Firefighter's New Family\Season of Redemption (36 page)

She smiled and clasped his hand as an usher approached and encouraged them to find a seat as if they were a couple. Paula took the usher's arm and Devon followed. They settled close to the front, and to be polite he asked Paula about her trip to Ferndale. She told him about her mother's death and the work she had to do preparing the house for sale.

The more he listened, the question popped into his mind. She'd mentioned her apartment and that made him wonder why she didn't keep the house and live there, but then he recalled the poor relationship she'd had with her mother, and the question answered itself. Sometimes closing the past proved a healthier choice than keeping it open.

The statement struck him. Instead of dwelling on his life with Gina, he would be healthier to close the door and open a new one. Looking back would get him nowhere.

Paula unfolded the wedding program, and he followed her to help pass the time. When organ music broke the murmur of voices, guests peered over their shoulders, anticipating the appearance of the wedding party. He kept his eyes forward, knowing Ashley would follow the bridesmaids.

A side door opened and Jon entered the sanctuary with three groomsmen behind him. They turned and faced the wedding guests. The organ music grew, and in his peripheral vision, he spotted the flash of dark pink. He turned his head and watched a woman glide down the aisle carrying a bouquet of pink flowers. Another attendant followed as his pulse stirred. He turned, anticipating Ashley's entrance.

He spotted her in the doorway, her gown the color of a rich red wine with the same iridescence. She held flowers the same color as her dress along with some pink ones. His heart stood still as she neared. Her long dark waves brushed against her nearly bare shoulders. The dress was sleeveless with a scoop neckline and fell in soft pleats to the floor. He closed his eyes picturing her in a pastel bridal gown, gliding down the aisle to join her groom. The image warmed him, yet behind the hope, he still faced a cold possibility. She'd promised to try. Try left a lot of leeway.

Though his attention remained on Ashley, the oohs echoing from the back caused him to turn again. A young girl, perhaps Kaylee's age, sprinkled flower petals along the white runner while Joey walked beside her, carrying a shiny white pillow. Devon's chest expanded and a sense of pride ballooned inside him. When Joey saw him, he lifted his hand to wave, and Devon's heart stopped as he watched the pillow tip to the side. Joey's grin faded to terror, but he caught it before it and the ring tumbled to the floor. Devon breathed again, a grin growing on his face.

The music swelled, and the guests rose as Neely floated down the aisle. His mind replaced her face with Ashley's, and he closed his eyes to chase away the vision. That kind of thinking would only dig the hole deeper if Ashley failed to resolve her issues.

As she joined Jon, the congregation sat, and the ceremony began, a mixture of vows and prayers, but through it all, he relived the vows he'd made years earlier, despite his thought to let the door close on the past. He'd made a vow to God that had been broken, but regret could never undo what had been done. Only God could forgive and offer him another door, and he sensed that door had opened, today dressed in a claret gown that glinted in the candlelight.

His focus on Ashley, the wedding kiss ended the ceremony, but he forced his attention on Neely and Jon as they returned down the aisle, man and wife. Ashley followed along with Joey, and he waited as the ushers released the rows of guests, longing to take Ashley in his arms and breathe in the scent of her soft skin.

Paula chatted, saying how great it was to be with family and a little about Roscommon, and though he was distracted, he managed to converse and make sense. At least he tried. He strode down the line of attendants, offering smiles and nods, and when he came to Fred, he was introduced to Jon's parents, making him aware that Ashley had never met his.

When he finally reached Ashley, his heartbeat thudded against his chest. He clasped her hand. “You look amazing.”

She ran her finger down his tie. “So do you.” A playful frown slid to her face. “How did you know to wear a tie with a maroon chevron?” Then she grinned. “We match. Did you notice?”

He glanced at the stripe in his gray tie, surprised that she was right. “Just talented, I guess.” Though he appeared lighthearted, he wrestled his longing to kiss her.

“I'll see you at the reception.” She tilted her head, her expression sorry. “We have to stick around for the photos, and you know the tradition.”

“Driving around tooting the horn?”

She nodded and gave his hand a squeeze.

He congratulated Neely and Jon, then moved to the door, where he paused and watched Ashley greeting other guests. Her smiles and vibrancy riddled his emotions. She left no doubt in his mind. He loved her. He absolutely loved her.

* * *

Ashley climbed from the car, careful to put the most weight on her good leg. The joy of having the cast removed equaled the happiness she felt for Neely and Jon. They made a perfect couple, and she couldn't ask for a better brother-in-law than Jon. The bonus was, they both enjoyed Devon's company.

Each day Devon's generosity overwhelmed her. He'd waited for a few wedding photos that included Joey and then hoisted him up—two handsome men grinning at her—and drove him to the Wellses for the night. Great neighbors and Devon, a greater friend.

‟Friend” sounded feeble. Their friendship had become more important than she could ever imagine, since the day she looked into his worried face from beneath the tree limbs. He'd grown as close as her right arm. Life would never be the same without him, and she knew he'd become far more than a typical friend. Her heartbeat pulsed, recalling how amazing he looked in his gray suit and the perfect tie.

Neely's appearance at her side startled her. The new bride wore a silly grin on her face. “You're thinking about him, aren't you?”

“Him?” She tried to play dumb, but Neely knew better. She'd confided in her sister more than once, and Neely was the first to congratulate her on taking a step of faith away from her widow's life.

Neely shook her head. “Anyone who knows you can see you're in love.”

Though her heart knew the truth, hearing the words gave her a chill. “Did you ever think you'd be filled with wedding thoughts? Love means commitment, and—” She released a stream of air. “And I need your prayers for that.”

“You've had them for months, Ash.”

Jon slipped beside her, and Neely's attention flew away, but Ashley knew her sister understood.

Inside the hall, they waited for the deejay to introduce the bridal party and then the bride and groom. The many wedding traditions had meant a lot to her when she married Adam, but today they seemed somewhat pointless. Marriage was far more than a tossed bouquet and bridal dance. Weddings were a sacred union between a man and woman. On that day, they joined together and promised God nothing could part them except death. She'd lived that life, and she realized that vow was what Devon struggled with. If Gina had been faithful to her vows, they would still be married today. A chill tingled down her back.

The music played and both of Neely's bridesmaids were on the dance floor with a groomsman. Dale, Jon's best man, stepped beside her. “Ready?” A look of concern filled his face. “Are you sure your leg can take this?”

She nodded. “We'll be careful.”

He smiled and led her toward the dance floor as their names were called. Dale stood true to his word as he eased her around the floor until the bride and groom were called for the bridal dance. With Neely and Jon whirling in the center to their song “The W
ay You Look Tonight,”
Dale guided her to the side and instead of dancing, they stood swaying to the music.

A familiar fragrance wafted past her, and her pulse skipped as Devon appeared at her side. Dale nodded, aware of their relationship, and moved toward his wife.

Devon slipped his arm around her waist. “Want to dance a slow one?”

“With you, anytime.” Completeness eased into every crevice of her body. For years, she felt only half-full. Tonight she felt whole.

His hand moved, glided across her back to the dance floor and then returned to her waist. “What is this gown made of?”

“You like it?”

He nodded. “It feels like warm ice.”

The imagery made her chuckle. “It's dupioni. In English, it's silk, an iridescent silk. I love it, too.”

He nestled her closer and she longed to kiss him.

When the deejay opened the dance floor to everyone, Devon drew her into an embrace and guided her into the crowd, where they glided side to side, an easy sway to protect her leg. She could see his concern.

She squeezed his hand. “My leg is fine. I think I can even spin.”

His frown flickered and then faded. He slipped his toe beneath her shoe, lifting her feet from the floor, and twirled her around. The sensation rolled through her like a warm breeze. He'd given her spring again. The winter of her life had passed.

As the song segued to a faster one, Devon steered her away from the dancers, and knowing dinner was a ways off, she drew him toward a set of French doors and beckoned him to follow. When they stepped outside, the scent of roses greeted them and the day's warmth still hung on the air. “What do you think?”

He looked around in the dimming light. “It's nice. Quiet. Peaceful.”

She chuckled. “I meant the view.”

He grasped her hands and faced her, holding her out at arm's length. “The view is amazing.”

Heat rose up her neck, and with the scoop top, she could guarantee he noticed her flush. “I meant the garden.”

“It's pretty, but what I'm looking at is magnificent. Your hair looks amazing with the purple dress.”

“It's burgundy or maroon.” She rested her index finger on his tie. “The same as the stripe.”

“Maybe claret. Like wine.”

“I think you're right.” She chuckled, realizing how mundane yet enjoyable their silly conversation was—like comfy slippers. She glanced over her shoulder, wishing they had more time alone. “I think they're getting ready for dinner. We should go back.”

“We'll come out here later when the stars are in the sky.” He brushed the side of his hand along her cheek.

Her heart swelled at his touch.

Inside she sat at the bridal table eating her meal but longing to be at her dad's table with Paula and Devon. She watched Paula converse with him, and a wave of envy washed over her. Silly, she knew, but seeing him laugh with another woman made everything real. She eyed her empty finger where the wedding band she'd worn until recently had finally found a home in her dresser drawer, her first step toward facing the truth.

Another awareness opened her eyes. Paula was attractive. She'd never noticed when they were cousin talking to cousin. In Roscommon, she'd witnessed stress on Paula's face during the visitation and funeral and later talking about the details she had to handle to close the estate. Tonight the stress had faded, and her face glowed in the twinkle of the candles on each table.

The best man's toast ended with applause and the clink of glasses, and she knew her time had come. She rose, thanking everyone for attending, sharing some humorous moments in their lives as sisters, and then said what was in her heart. “But no matter what silly threats we screamed at each other as girls, Neely has become my best friend. When I need her, she's always there, helping me through the direst time of my life, being a loving auntie to Joey, and one of the best people I know. Today brings a new chapter in her life with a bonus. Now I have two best friends who'll stand by me. Jon, I couldn't ask for a better brother or friend. Welcome to our family, and I pray God gives you lots of children so I can take my turn babysitting.”

The guests roared and struck their spoons against their water goblets, encouraging Neely and Jon to kiss. They did to a round of applause, and Ashley returned to her seat, grateful that most of her responsibilities had ended.

When she was able to leave the bride's table, she made her way to Devon standing near the glass wall, looking outside. As she approached him, the chandelier and table's candle centerpieces reflected in the glass, distorting the view. But when Devon opened the door, she stepped outside to a dark sky dotted with stars and a crescent moon. He slipped his arm around her waist, keeping her footing solid on the flagstone walk. Beyond a border of shrubs, he pointed to a bench nestled near a flower bed brimming with blossoms.

She sat, and he settled beside her, his arm again around her back, holding her close. “Great night.”

“Especially now.” She tilted her head and captured his eyes. He read her silent words. He drew closer, his lips on hers. As she moved with a tender touch, her mind swirled with thoughts she wanted to share, yet fought the fear of saying them.

When he drew back, his gaze stayed on hers.

“I've been thinking.” His arm tensed, and she was sorry she'd begun that way. “Thinking about us, and—”

His eyes filled with question.

“Good things about us.” She touched his cheek. “I want to make this work, Devon. I'm dealing with my unreasonable fears. So many things you said that day made sense. Accidents happen no matter where we are. Home. In our cars. On a plane. Or on the job. Anytime. Anyplace. Ferndale, Michigan or some desert in Afghanistan. My foolish worries and negative outlook destroys good possibilities and only reflects my lack of faith, and I don't want it to be like that. I want to be trusting and faith-filled.”

“That's what I want, too, Ash. And I see the difference in you. I know you're working on it, and I couldn't ask for more.” He rose and drew her up into his embrace, his heart beating against hers. “Does this mean we're a real couple? More than friends?”

“We've been more than friends for a long time. I just had to admit it.”