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Colin.

      For a split second, Jackson wondered if this was all a ruse to keep him in contact with his father. Did Colin plan to string him along for a while for some hidden reason of his own? He was, after all, a gifted con artist.

      “The wedding’s Saturday,” said Trent.

      That diverted Jackson’s attention. “This Saturday?”

      “Yes.”

      That was three days away.

      “Why didn’t you start this sooner?” Jackson demanded. What did they expect him to accomplish in only three days?

      “We did,” Colin said quietly.

      Jackson clamped his jaw. Yeah, his father had been trying to get hold of him for a month. He’d been studiously ignoring the requests, just like he’d been doing for years. He owed Colin nothing.

      He stood. “It’s not much time, but I’ll see what I can find.”

      “She cannot marry him.” Trent’s undertone was rock hard with vehemence.

      “She’s a grown woman,” Jackson repeated.

      He’d look into the Gerhards. But if Crista Corday had fallen for a bad boy, there might be nothing her daddy or anyone else could do to change her mind.

      * * *

      Crista Corday swayed back and forth in front of the full-length mirror, her strapless lace and tulle wedding gown rustling softly against her legs. Her hair was swept up in a profusion of curls and braids. Her makeup had been meticulously applied. Even her underwear was white silk perfection.

      She stifled a laugh at the absurdity of it all. She was a struggling jewelry designer, living in a basement suite off Winter Street. She didn’t wear antique diamonds. She didn’t get married in the magnificent Saint Luke’s Cathedral with a reception at the Brookbend Country Club. And she didn’t get swept off her feet by the most eligible prince charming in all of greater Chicago.

      Except for the part where she did, and she had.

      Cinderella had nothing on her.

      There was a knock on the Gerhard mansion’s bedroom door.

      “Crista?” the male voice called out. It was Vern’s cousin Hadley, one of the groomsmen.

      “Come in,” she called in return.

      She liked Hadley. He was a few years younger than Vern, laid-back by Gerhard standards, fun-loving and friendly. Taller than most of the men in the family, he was athletic and good-looking, with a jaunty swath of dark blond hair that swooped across his forehead.

      He lived in Boston rather than Chicago, but he visited often, sometimes staying at the mansion, sometimes using a hotel. Crista assumed he preferred a hotel when he had a date. Vern’s mother, Delores, was staunchly religious and would not have allowed Hadley to have an overnight guest.

      The door opened, and he stepped into the spacious, sumptuously decorated guest room. Crista had spent the night here, while Vern had stayed in his apartment downtown. Maybe it was Dolores’s influence, but Crista had been feeling old-fashioned the past few weeks, insisting she and Vern sleep apart until the honeymoon. Vern had reluctantly agreed.

      Hadley halted. Then he pushed the door shut behind him and seemed to take in her ensemble.

      “What?” she asked, checking herself out, wondering if she’d missed some glaring flaw.

      “You look amazing,” he said.

      Crista scoffed. “I sure hope I do.” She spread her arms. “Do you have any idea how much this all cost?”

      Hadley grinned. “Aunt Delores wouldn’t have it any other way.”

      “I feel like an impostor.” Crista’s stomach fluttered with a resurgence of apprehension.

      “Why?” he asked. His tone was gentle, and he moved closer.

      “Because I grew up on the lower west side.”

      “You don’t think we’re your people?”

      She turned back to the mirror and gazed at her reflection. The woman staring back was her, but not her. It was a surreal sensation.

      “Do you think you’re my people?” she asked him.

      “If you want us to be,” he said.

      Their gazes met in the mirror.

      “But it’s not too late,” he added.

      “Too late for what?”

      “To back out.” He looked serious, but he had to be joking.

      “You’re wrong about that.” Not that she wanted to back out. Not that she’d even consider backing out. In fact, she couldn’t imagine how their conversation had come to this.

      “You look scared,” he said.

      “Of the wedding, sure. I’m probably going to trip on my way down the aisle. But I’m not afraid of the marriage.”

      It was Vern. She was marrying smart, respectful, polite Vern. The man who’d stepped up to invest in her jewelry design company, who’d introduced her to the finer things, who’d swept her away for a fantasy weekend in New York City and another in Paris. There wasn’t much about Vern that wasn’t fantastic.

      “The future in-laws?” Hadley asked.

      Crista quirked a smile. “Intimidated, not afraid.”

      The intensity left his expression, and he smiled in return. “Who wouldn’t be intimidated by them?”

      “Nobody I know, that’s for sure.”

      Manfred Gerhard was a humorless workaholic. He was exacting and demanding, with a cutting voice and an abrupt manner. His wife, Delores, was prim and uptight, excruciatingly conscious of the social hierarchy, but skittish whenever Manfred was in the room, constantly catering to his whims.

      If Vern ever acted like his father, Crista would kick him to the curb. No way, no how would she put up with that. Then the thought brought her up short. Vern wasn’t at all like his father. She’d never seen anything to even suggest he might behave like Manfred.

      “He’s very close to them,” said Hadley.

      He was watching her intently again, and for a split second Crista wondered if he could read her thoughts.

      “He’s talking about buying an apartment in New York City.” She liked the idea of putting some distance between Vern and his family. He loved them dearly, but she couldn’t see spending every Sunday evening at the mansion the way Vern seemed to like.

      “I’ll believe that when it happens,” said Hadley.

      But Crista knew it was already decided. “It’s so I can expand the business,” she elaborated.

      “Are you having second thoughts?” asked Hadley.

      “No.” She turned to face him. She wasn’t. “What makes you say that? What makes you ask that?”

      “Maybe I want you for myself.”

      “Very funny.”

      He hesitated for a moment then gave an unconcerned shrug. “I’m not sure I’d marry into this family.”

      “Too bad you’re already in this family.”

      He looked her straight in the eyes. “So, you’re sure?”

      “I’m sure. I love him, Hadley. And he loves me. Everything else will work itself out around that.”

      He gave a nod of acquiescence. “Okay. If I can’t get you to call off the wedding, then I’m here to tell you the limos have arrived.”

      “It’s time?” The flutter in her stomach turned

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