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    It Began with a Man in a Wedding
    It Began with a Man in a Wedding
    It Began with a Man in a Wedding
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    It Began with a Man in a Wedding

    By Diane M. Pratt

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    Melody meets Gabe at a liquor store and he asks her to be his plus one at a friend's wedding. 

    Melody makes it a practice not to attend weddings with men she's never seen before, even gorgeous ones with almost irresistible curly locks, and declines the offer. Gabe accepts defeat with dignity, knowing he will incur the wrath of the bridezilla because he'd promised to appear with a date.

    When Gabe slips into the church after the start of the wedding, he thinks the stars must have aligned, because there in the bench beside him is none other than the woman from the liquor store.

    Melody is astonished to see the curly-haired one himself sitting with her, and when the bride and groom's unusual New Year's Eve request is announced, she finds herself sharing a kiss with him. A kiss that weakens her knees and leaves her gasping for air. And another kiss. Which is just one more reason to get out of that church before anyone sees her.

    Gabe watches the mystery woman leave without a word, but he knows he'll see her at the reception. He will have his plus one.

    Except he doesn't see her at the reception. He doesn't have his plus one.

    How does a man find a woman when he knows nothing about her, other than the certainty he must find her?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDiane M. Pratt
    Release dateSep 3, 2018
    ISBN9781393286202
    It Began with a Man in a Wedding
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    Diane M. Pratt

    Diane M. Pratt lives on Cape Cod where she avoids the summer traffic by hiding at home with her trusty laptop, long-suffering husband, and all the chocolate she can find. Escaping from reality in a romance novel, the ultimate goal a happy ending, is her idea of a good read.  

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      It Began with a Man in a Wedding - Diane M. Pratt

      Chapter 1

      Awedding on New Year’s Eve... Melody looked at the invitation stuck to her fridge. When she’d received it a month ago, she’d imagined what an intimate gathering it would be; acres of linen-covered tables and spandex-covered chairs.

      She had hoped her colleague, Reese, had been kidding when she stood in the center of the office months ago and announced the date, along with every detail of what sounded like an extravaganza not to be missed. Extravaganza or not, Melody wasn’t going to attend. She had made plans a year ago and arranged for time off for her annual Christmas visit to see her family and she wasn’t going to shorten the visit, especially since she’d only known Reese for six months and they weren’t close. They weren’t really even friends. And she knew her absence wouldn’t be noticed, as Reese and Griffin were inviting three hundred guests.

      Reese had given explicit instructions to everyone in the office to return the rsvp cards punctually, because if there was one thing she couldn’t stand it was thoughtless people who didn’t bother filling out the cards in a timely manner, and with the price per person being what it was, it was only right that she and Griffin have an exact count of guests as soon as possible so Poor Daddy didn’t have to pay out more than he needed to.

      As Christmas had approached, the office was treated to daily updates of the wedding plans until Melody had had about all she could take. But in a few days she would be on vacation, making a seven hour road trip from her condo in western Massachusetts to upstate New York to stay with her parents. Marielle, her sister, and Conan, her husband, with their new baby girl, Sasha, would also be visiting and Melody couldn’t wait to hold the baby. She hadn’t seen her family since her visit last summer and looked forward to having a restful and fun week. The gifts were wrapped and ready to be loaded into her Jetta and all she needed was for December twenty third to arrive so she could get in her car and go, leaving wedding central far behind.

      On December twenty second as she was finishing dinner her mother called.

      Hi, Mom. Are you ready for all of us to descend tomorrow?

      I was until your father came down with the stomach bug.

      "Ugh. Is he okay? Are you okay?"

      He’ll be fine in a few days, but it won’t be soon enough for me. I’m fine, and I’m wearing a mask so I don’t catch it. I just called Marielle and told them not to come. We don’t want the baby getting it.

      What a time to get sick. Poor Dad.

      I’ll pass on your sympathy. Maybe we can do Christmas in March, or whenever the weather is nice again. For now, I’m going to get your father some juice and get myself a glass of wine and maybe some earplugs. You know how your father gets when he’s sick.

      Don’t give him the bell, whatever you do.

      I hid it in the freezer.

      Good thinking. Listen, if you feel yourself getting sick, call me, and I’ll come up with lots of disinfectant. Promise me. She heard her mother sigh. Promise or I’m coming up tomorrow.

      I promise. I’ll call you in a couple days. I’m sorry about this.

      Just take care of yourself. I’d wish you a Merry Christmas, but that seems a little insensitive.

      I’ll tell your father we’re going to watch nothing but sappy Christmas movies until he’s better. That should speed his recovery.

      Melody grinned. Love you.

      Love you, too. Merry Christmas.

      She looked at the gifts on her kitchen table. There was no way she was going to stare at them until March. Tomorrow, instead of driving to New York, she’d drive to the store for some brown paper, wrap the gifts, then drive to the post office and ship them. They wouldn’t get there for Christmas, but they’d get there a lot sooner than March.

      THURSDAY MORNING, MELODY eyed the stacks of plainly wrapped packages. After sticking on return address labels, she got a trash bag and loaded the packages into it. Pulling on her jacket, she grabbed her purse and eyed the bulky bag. She’d feel like Santa Claus carrying it and hoped it would fit in her car.

      Who knew so many people would be at the post office so close to Christmas? She thought with some guilt about the people who would be behind her in line as her individual packages were weighed and labeled.

      Trying to find a parking spot was more challenging than she’d expected. The lot was full and she had to pull back onto the street and then into the liquor store lot next door, parking next to another VW, a Passat, noting the guy sitting behind the wheel and wondering if he was there for the liquor store or the post office.

      Opening her trunk, she reached in to pull out the black bag of gifts.

      Gabe Spencer saw the pretty woman with a trunk full of something stuffed into a trash bag and he climbed out, hoping his decision to mail a few Christmas cards at the last minute might have an unexpected and fortunate outcome. Got a few empties there?

      She turned and saw the man who had gotten out of the Passat, a grin on his face as he eyed her bag. It would be a funny comment if it were true. Or maybe not so funny. Either way, she had presents to mail, and she pulled on the bag to release it from the tight grip of the trunk. Trading witticisms with men she didn’t know wasn’t on her list of things to do this morning.

      You need a hand with that?

      Two are enough. She yanked and the momentum of the bag being released made her take a quick step back so she didn’t lose her balance.

      Easy there, Santa Claus. A wrapped package fell to the ground, and he picked it up to hand to her.

      Thank you. Melody took the small package and returned it to the bag. Merry Christmas. She slammed her trunk and headed for the post office.

      Merry Christmas. Gabe watched her walk away. She’d taken the package from his hand before he could read the return address, but he didn’t need to know what her name was. Yet. She drove a Jetta, a fellow VW fan. That was a point in her favor. He could wait for her until she finished her errand, then see if she’d be his plus one for Griffin’s wedding. Having her on his arm would make him look good.

      He hadn’t had any luck getting anyone to go with him, since all his female friends seemed to be busy. Imagine that. Plans on New Year’s Eve. Why would anyone choose that night for a wedding? And since he was asking himself rhetorical questions, why had he said he’d be bringing someone? He hadn’t been seeing anyone when he got the invitation. Griffin had told him Reese was fanatical about the rsvp cards, but that had been after the fact. He glanced around at the cars in the busy parking lots as he waited, sighing as he thought about how much he missed Bella.

      After Melody had stood in line, surprised she wasn’t the only one still mailing packages, she entrusted them to the hands of the postmistress then rolled up the trash bag and walked out the door. She thought about Passat man from the parking lot. He wore his dark hair unusually long so the curls in the back covered his coat collar. She liked the look of his face, with its even features and smiling eyes and he seemed to have a sense of humor without being cocky.

      She looked toward her car and saw Passat man was leaning against his trunk, watching her. She wondered if he was someone she should be wary of, although he hadn’t struck her as a threat. If she sensed he was, she would be ready. She hadn’t had to punch or elbow anyone since she’d taken the self-defense class, and it could be good to brush up on her pain-inflicting skills.

      You want to go for a cup of coffee?

      She eyed him and thought he didn’t look any more threatening than he had a few minutes ago but she still didn’t want to go for coffee with him.

      No, thank you.

      He nodded, having expected that response. Then would you consider being my plus one for a wedding?

      I considered it. No, thank you.

      She clicked open the Jetta’s door, keeping an elbow primed in case he made a sudden move. Like asking her to dinner. Instead he nodded again and opened his door to climb inside. She watched him back out of his parking spot and pull out onto the street before she got behind the wheel. A plus one. That’s one I haven’t heard.

      Gabe guessed he would be facing the wrath of Griffin’s bride. Maybe he could circumvent it by compensating for his misbehavior with the check he gave the happy couple. A wedding on New Year’s Eve. He shook his head.

      Chapter 2

      On Christmas morning , Melody called her parents and heard her father was feeling somewhat human but not back to normal yet. So far they had watched fourteen Christmas movies, but not all of them had been sappy. Her mother was still wearing a mask, still symptom free. She wished them a Merry Christmas, then called Marielle. Conan had a cold and Marielle was also wearing a mask and keeping Sasha away from her germ-infested father. Melody wished her sister a Merry Christmas, then disconnected and looked around her condo, wondering what she should do next. Shrugging, she turned on the TV and found a sappy Christmas movie of her own.

      Dinner was a Monte Cristo sandwich, her most favorite food. It contained protein, fat, and carbohydrates, three of the best food groups. After finishing, it was time to take a walk. A Christmas night walk. The stars would be out, she’d be able to see her puffs of breath, and she could look ahead to the new year, when both her father and Conan would be over their Christmas contagions. With luck, her mother and Marielle and baby Sasha would continue with their good health.

      Zipping up her white ski jacket and pulling on her leather gloves, she took her phone and house key and headed out into the night. The complex was quiet, no other people out and about, although the visitors’ parking lots were full. People were still inside celebrating and the glances she shot into their well-lit living rooms showed groups enjoying each other’s company. Or at least appearing to.

      If she were at her parents’ house, they might all still be sitting around the table, maybe having dessert, or coffee. Maybe she’d be holding Sasha while she slept. Or cried. Or filled her diaper. It wouldn’t have mattered. Babies were wonderful no matter what they did.

      She didn’t have to return to work until January third, which meant she still had eight days off. She should do something worthwhile. Maybe try some new recipes. Write a novel. Start a fitness routine. Learn Latin. The possibilities were limited only by her imagination.

      She thought about Reese’s wedding, to which she had long ago sent regrets. But, the rsvp was all about the reception, not the wedding. Having one additional person taking up space in a church pew wouldn’t incur any additional costs for Poor Daddy.

      As she walked, she thought about what she might wear to a New Year’s Eve wedding. The temperature would be anywhere from thirty-two degrees on down to zero. Since she would only be going to the church, it was the coat that mattered. Nothing under the coat would be visible. She could wear a nightgown if she wanted. If she wore knee-high leather boots with it, she could even skip the pantyhose. She exhaled and saw the puff of breath, then did it again. And if she wore a nightgown she could go to the church for the wedding, scheduled for 11:30, although she doubted Reese would actually make it on time since she didn’t seem to be able to get anywhere on time. After the wedding, she could return home, take off her coat and boots and fall into bed. After removing her makeup, of course. And night weddings required a heavier coating than day weddings.

      She would do it. She had a pretty red wool coat that would be perfect. She’d just have to make sure she held the coat closed, since it was a swing coat with no buttons or a belt to keep it together. Her black leather boots and a little black purse would complete the look. She’d just have to make sure Reese didn’t see her in the church or she might worry that Melody was going to try to sneak into the reception and upset the financial balance, possibly causing the market to crash the next business day. She’d sit in the back of the church and make her exit before the bride and groom, now sharing a last name, made their way back up the aisle.

      MELODY AGAIN CHECKED her phone for the temperature. Forty degrees on New Year’s Eve? Unheard of in Greensboro, Massachusetts. The leather boots, which would have been acceptable for colder weather, weren’t going to work. It would have to be pantyhose and black heels. But she’d still wear her red coat.

      She read the invitation, verifying the address of the church, took her little purse, crammed with only the necessities, and left her condo at 11:00 p.m., something she’d never done in her life.

      The church was easy enough to find, and she was ten minutes early for the start of the wedding. If Reese were going to be on time. Early or not, she could go sit in the back pew, far in a corner, and keep her head down. Her brown hair was a common enough color so it wouldn’t scream out to Reese that it belonged to Melody Palmer, the one who had negatively rsvp’d. When the bride was brought down the aisle by Poor Daddy, Melody could keep her face turned away, not that Reese was going to notice her while she made her grand entrance. 

      She climbed out of the Jetta and made her way to the front door of the church, walking carefully in her dressy black heels that she’d worn possibly only twice. Dressy occasions rarely came along, and the shoes were already feeling like a mistake. But they looked nice and that was the important thing. Maybe she’d need a foot massage after this. And she’d get one someday, if she ever got a pedicure. She’d heard they massaged feet when a person got a pedicure, but for now her feet would just have to wait.

      Reaching the giant wooden doors with equally giant handles, she slowly pulled on the right-side door, hoping it wouldn’t creak and startle everyone in the church. No. Perfect silence. She let the door slowly close behind her as she looked ahead at the backs of hundreds of guests, all of whom had rsvp’d that they would be attending. There was a lot of whispering and some talking among the guests, who had already filled up almost all the pews. She, of course, would have no one to talk to, but she wouldn’t be here long enough for a conversation.

      There were no groomsmen in sight. Whew. She held her head higher, pretending she belonged there, and walked from the vestibule to the back row, which was blessedly empty. Continuing to hold her coat closed, she eased into the pew via her feet in their uncomfortable heels and prepared to do whatever it took to make sure Reese did not see her.

      She glanced at her watch every few minutes, and when 11:30 came, she looked around. There seemed to be a little stir in the vestibule, and she knew what that meant. She turned her face away from the center aisle, the first step in her carefully laid plan.

      The organ music paused, then another song started, more appropriate for the walk of the friends of the bride who had been forced to wear hideous gowns in even more hideous colors, all because they had chosen to be friends with the bride. She sneaked a glance when she saw movement from the corner of her eye and watched as the mother of the bride, possibly Poor Mommy, although she hadn’t heard Reese refer to her that way, was led down the aisle, followed by the bridesmaids. She kept glancing away and lost count, but there couldn’t really have been fifteen of them. Fifteen? Although knowing Reese, maybe there were. During the parade, from the aisle to her left, late arrivals were gliding into empty pews ahead of her.

      Finally, the bride and her father appeared, and Melody looked straight ahead, clutching her coat lapels. As Reese breezed by, probably looking lovely in her gown and veil, although Melody couldn’t have sworn to that as she hadn’t looked directly at her, she started to relax.

      Poor Daddy handed over his daughter, then the ceremony got underway. It seemed to be moving along at a satisfactory pace and Melody was starting to wonder how soon she’d need to make her escape when she heard the church door open once more. Someone was extremely late, and she hoped for the latecomer’s sake that Reese didn’t notice. The minister looked out at the guests, those who had rsvp’d in the affirmative and even the negative, had he but known, and he made his speech.

      Dearly beloved, Reese and Griffin have made a request. When the church bells ring at the stroke of midnight, would you all join in the celebration of their marriage on this very special night by standing and kissing your loved ones.

      Gabe, unable to find the freaking wedding invitation, had guessed the wrong church, and hoped he hadn’t missed the show. He’d already be in trouble for his failure to produce a plus one, but missing the ceremony would really have sealed his doom. And possibly Griffin’s for having invited him. He’d made it in time to hear the minister’s request, and while the other guests were whispering he slipped into the last pew, sliding a few feet away from the aisle, hoping to blend in.

      Melody heard the latecomer sit in her pew but didn’t glance toward the aisle. She was poised to make her exit and needed to stay alert. When the church bells chimed noisily overhead, it startled her, then she saw the guests in front of her rise, some laughing, possibly preparing to kiss each other senseless. It was New Year’s Eve, after all. She glanced at the latecomer now standing in her pew and saw him look at her with one eyebrow raised, then step toward her.

      Jetta? Is that you?

      Passat man? Who had clearly been unable to find his plus one. He had cleaned up quite nicely. His hair was trimmed, his previously scruffy beard was less scruffy, and his charcoal gray suit was perfectly tailored. Apparently it is.

      He smiled at her, taking a step closer. Shall we? He indicated every other person in the church and when she glanced around, it seemed they were the only two not fused at the lips. Except for the minister and the organist.

      Shall we? She stood and stepped closer to him. The slightly musty smell of the church was pleasantly overridden by his cologne. Earthy and spicy, but subtle. She’d done worse things than kiss a nice-looking man at a midnight wedding on New Year’s Eve when she didn’t even know his name.

      Gabe admired her spirit. She looked even prettier tonight than she had in the parking lot, her hair all piled on her head, lips red, eyes sparkling in the dim light of the church. He put his hands on the shoulders of her coat and lowered his head for a quick peck. But why should he settle for a quick peck when she tasted so right and she wasn’t pulling away?

      He didn’t let her go until after the bells had stopped ringing. If this wasn’t the best kiss he’d ever shared, it was in the top three. No. Two. Maybe it was number one.

      Melody stared at Passat man wondering if she’d lost feeling in her brain. She’d thought they were going to share a little kiss, but what had just happened in no way resembled that. She wondered if he’d taken every bit of oxygen out of her. Although the way he looked suggested he had some oxygen deprivation happening as well.

      Sit. Gabe had noticed they were the only two still standing and gestured to the pew. When she didn’t move, he pulled on her arm and they sat together.

      She looked away when he continued to stare at her. Even after that kiss she wasn’t going to be his plus one. If he asked. She wondered if Reese had seen her.

      Was the wedding over yet? She glanced toward the front and it

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