Matchmakers Box Set: Matchmakers, Encore, Finding Hope (69 page)

He decided it was time to go and put his life back together. With or without Hope. He pushed to his feet and walked to the casket. On the ground two white daises lay with their yellow centers staring up at him. Trevor bent down and picked them up. He looked for matching flowers in an arrangement, but there weren’t any. Only the two he had found on the ground.

He reached to lay them on Donald’s casket and as he did, he felt the shock of electricity race through his fingers, just like the day he’d met Hope. He pulled back his hand and gave it a shake. And then he smiled.

“It’s a sign, Hope. Daisies. All women in your family like daisies.” He gave a laugh. “I’ll bet that would include your great-grandmother and your great-aunt as well.”

There was a bubble of excitement that nearly burst within him. He’d been chosen. Donald Buchanan had chosen him for his little girl, whether he had meant to or not, and the universe was telling him not to give up.

No, he wouldn’t give up. He loved Hope, and by God he was going to marry her.

From his office in New York, Trevor managed to find himself an apartment in Kansas City. He gave some thought to the distance from Hope’s shop and her home and made sure it was far enough he couldn’t be accused of stalking her. He’d only signed a six-month lease; when things worked out, they’d need a bigger place.

He’d organized his client folders and made notes. He’d hand them over to Bryce without another thought. He deserved them for having put up with Trevor for so long.

The tap at the door was welcome when he saw his mother standing in the doorway in her pristine blue suit.

“I just received this in the office.” She held up a file folder. “It’s one of my clients, but the request was made for you to deliver it.”

Trevor pushed back in his chair and gave chuckle. “What are you talking about?”

“It seems that Carmichael Industries purchased the medical supply company last year.”

“You picked up that account.” He rose from his chair and walked toward her. “You wined, dined, and impressed the socks off of Peter Carmichael with your backswing on the tennis court.”

She smiled broadly. “I sure did.”

“Okay, what does this have to do with me?”

“Well, this medical supply was formerly owned by Donald Buchanan.”

Trevor shook his head. What a tidy package.

Violet stepped into the office further. “He gave this to Peter Carmichael during the merger. He told Peter that upon his death there were specific instructions on what he was to do with it.”

“And he was supposed to give it to me?”

“Yes.” She handed him the file.

Trevor opened it and dumped its contents on his desk. In the envelope were stock certificates, just like the ones Hope and Carissa had found in Mandy’s safe-deposit box. With them was a letter that stated upon Buchanan’s death the stocks that were still in his name were to go to Mandy Marlow and one Trevor Jacobs was to deliver them to her. Or, since she had died, to her children.

Trevor handed the letter back to his mother. “This must have been about the time he learned there was a daughter. He had every intention of using me to find Mandy and Hope.”

“Looks like it.”

“But why would he still have stocks?”

“Carmichael would have used that in the deal. Lots of mergers happen that way. They give the prior owner stock options.”

“Carmichael doesn’t know about the other stocks, then.”

“What stocks?”

“The ones Donald Buchanan gave to Mandy after her father died.”

Violet smiled widely. “Well, it looks like your girlfriend and her sister just became very wealthy.”

He nodded and then swallowed the lump in his throat. “I have to deliver these to her.”

“Yes, you do.”

“She has to see me now. I guess I can give them all to Carissa, but…” A smile as wide as his mother’s settled on his face. “I love you, Mom.”

“I know you do, Son. I’ll miss you now that you’ll be living in Kansas City. But you’ll visit often, right?”

“You can bet on it.”

It was a Saturday and Hope was grateful. It had been a rough few weeks, but Saturdays were busy and that kept her mind off Trevor and the loss of Donald Buchanan.

She rang up a sale and had four other guests shopping for gifts.

As she finished the sale and the guest walked out the door, she looked back to see four sets of eyes peering through the glass and she smiled. Her nieces and nephews were the one thing that would forever make her happy.

Hope walked around the corner of the counter, and they all marched in like little soldiers in a row. They had their hands tucked behind their backs and very serious looks on their faces.

“My goodness, what are the four of you up to?”

“These are for you,” Becky said as she handed her three daisies.

“Daisies are my favorite.”

“I know.” Becky smiled.

The other three followed suit as the door opened and Trevor walked in with a bouquet of daisies in one hand and a large envelope in the other. He stood at the door, the kids at his side and now the peering eyes of her sister had arrived in the window.

Hope stiffened, though inside she was all sorts of mush for the sentiment.

“Trevor. What are you doing here?”

“I’m groveling. I’m begging. I’m pleading. I’m—”

“I get it.”

He stepped to her and handed her the flowers. “I’m an”—he looked at the little people standing behind him—“a butt. A big, fat, sorry butt.”

The children giggled.

Hope bit the inside of her cheek so as not to laugh. “You are a butt.”

“I know. My mother didn’t raise me to be one, but all the same I became one and I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” She finally smiled. “But what do you want? I’m busy.”

He handed her the large gold envelope, and she exchanged glances with him.

“What is this?”

“Your biological father left that for you. Well, for you and Carissa. Okay, he left it for Mandy.”

“You’re babbling.”

He wiped his hands on his pants and then shoved them into his pockets. “I’m nervous.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you and I’m afraid you don’t love me anymore.”

She took a breath to steady herself. He loved her. Well, she could see that in his eyes, no matter what he’d done before. But for the moment she liked that he was nervous around her.

Hope walked back to the counter, slid out the contents of the envelope, and looked up at him. No matter how badly she’d tried to let her feelings go, she couldn’t. “My biggest problem is that I still love you and don’t know how to get over it.”

She looked down at the pile she’d slid from the envelope and tried to make sense of it. She read the letter, focused in on the part where Donald knew Trevor would know where to find her, and shook her head.

“He left us his stocks? Well, he left them to Mandy?”

“Yes.”

“So we own these and the ones Mandy left us?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes widened and she let out an unsteady breath. “Wow. I don’t know what else to say.”

“Well that’s all I guess I had to do.” He turned to walk to the door. Four sets of eyes still lingered on him.

“Trevor, you know that my family is really big into matchmaking.” She walked around the side of the counter as he turned around.

“You’ve mentioned it.”

“Well, without Grandma Katie and Aunt Millie, I figured I’d never have my chance. But it looks like my biological father was a matchmaker of sorts.”

“I suppose it does.” He walked toward her.

“So, given the fact that in my dreams Grandma told you’d come, and Donald actually sent you for me—twice—I guess I have to look at that as a sign.”

“Do you believe in signs, Hope?”

“I think I do.”

She was right in front of him now, and there was that electricity buzzing between them again. He felt it too. She saw it in his eyes.

Trevor reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. Her breath hitched and she met his eyes as he opened it.

She let out a little gasp and he smiled. “Would you consider this a sign?” He took the princess-cut diamond ring from the box and held it out to her.

Hope raised her fingers to her mouth. “Trevor, do you think this is really wise?”

“Matchmakers and signs. I don’t see any way around it.”

The guests who had been shopping were now gathered around, and Carissa had stepped into the shop.

Trevor got down on one knee and took her hand. “I’ve made some huge mistakes and I’m sorry for them. But they led me to you, and I fell in love with you the moment I saw your face in a picture. Hope, I want you to be my wife. I want to have children with you and I want you to paint their faces on canvas just as you did mine.”

“Trevor.” She gulped in air, trying to keep the happy sob that bubbled in her throat from escaping.

“I want to wake with you every morning for the rest of my life, and I want to grow very old with you and have Sunday dinners at our house.”

“I can’t do that.” She looked at him, keeping her face straight.

“Oh.” His face drained of color and the smile disappeared from his lips.

“Sunday dinner belongs at my mom’s house. We can do Saturday.”

The color returned to his cheeks and a smile to his lips. He shook his head and let out a loud breath. “You’ll marry me?”

“I’ll marry you.”

He slid the ring on her finger and stood back up. Hope wrapped her arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around her waist.

“I’ll make you happy, Hope.”

“You’d better.” But she knew he would. She’d know it since she saw him in her dreams.

EPILOGUE

Hope wore Aunt Millie’s dress and her Grandma Katie’s veil. The necklace her grandmother had given her mother, who had passed it to Carissa, who had then given to her, hung prominently on her neck. In Donald Buchanan’s belongings, which she’d been given, were a pair of cufflinks with embedded diamonds, which Trevor wore on his shirt, and they caught the sunlight as her father walked her down the aisle toward him.

Hope carried a bouquet of daisies, and so did her sister and her nieces.

It was her turn to marry in the backyard of her sister’s house. Her grandmother had married there as well as her grandparents, parents, and her sister. Spring surrounded them and embraced them with the blooming of flowers and the fresh green leaves on the trees.

David hugged her tightly as he stopped before Trevor. She smiled up at him, and a tear lingered in his eye. She kissed him softly on the cheek. She loved him so much and was so grateful for everything that had led her to him.

David turned to Trevor, shook his hand, and then pulled him into a hug.

“Take care of her.”

“I promise, sir.”

David took his seat next to his wife, and Hope watched as Ruth pulled a handkerchief from her purse and handed it Violet, who then dabbed her eyes with it.

Trevor said he’d take her as his wife and she responded in kind. The minister led them into prayers of thanks, and Hope realized she’d never been more thankful than she was at that moment.

And as Hope kissed her husband, the wind blew through the yard. The scent of lilacs floated in the air, and two daisies fell at her feet. Trevor smiled as he picked them up and tucked them into her hair.

“A match made in heaven.”

Hope lifted her eyes to the sky where the sun filtered through the clouds and rays of shimmery light cast down on her as if her grandmother and aunt were embracing her with the warmth. She looked at her husband and lifted her hand to his cheek. “And what a heavenly match it is.”

MEET THE AUTHOR

Bestselling Author Bernadette Marie is known for building families readers want to be part of. Her series
The Keller Family
has graced bestseller charts since its release in 2011, along with her other series and single title books. The married mother of five sons promises
Happily Ever After always…
and says she can write it, because she lives it.

When not writing, Bernadette Marie is shuffling her sons to their many events—mostly hockey—and enjoying the beautiful views of the Colorado Rocky Mountains from her front step. She is also an accomplished martial artist with a second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do.

A chronic entrepreneur, Bernadette Marie opened her own publishing house in 2011,
5 Prince Publishing,
so that she could publish the books she liked to write and help make the dreams of other aspiring authors come true too.

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