LITMIR.BIZ

      Chapter Two

      Neely stood in the bridal salon dressing room, her gaze on the icy-green silk chiffon fabric shirred at the bodice and falling in soft draping to her feet. She craned over her shoulder to look in the mirror at the back of the gown. In the past week, she’d lost a couple pounds, but that didn’t make a dent in where she wanted to be. Running the track at the school had become a problem between the football team and the band. By the time football season was over, she’d have to run in snow.

      She gave another glance at the gown from behind, pleased that her additional pounds didn’t show from that view. Jonny had mentioned the new fitness center, and if it weren’t for the money, she would rush over and sign up, but first she wanted to see what she could manage on her own. So far, she’d pretty much failed.

      “Can I come in?” Rainie’s voice swept in from behind the curtain.

      “Sure.” She turned to face the doorway. None of her friends in Indianapolis knew her as well as Rainie. “I love the dress. You made a great choice.” She raised her arms at her side, and swished the skirt with a sway. “What do you think?”

      Rainie pressed her hand to her heart. “It’s gorgeous, and you look amazing.” She motioned for her to twirl around.

      Neely did as she asked, feeling the soft fabric brush against her legs. She hadn’t been in a gown since the senior prom when Erik was at her side. The breakup occurred during the summer before college. She hadn’t planned it. It just happened despite her guilt. The image that clung in her mind was his persistence for getting her in his bed. Prove your love. His words still rang in her head. She’d been strong until her senior year when they were preparing for college. He would head for an Ivy League university and she, to a nearby community college for two years. She’d thought giving in would keep him faithful, but she’d been wrong. He’d cheated on her anyway.

      Coming home and hearing Erik’s name had dredged up the bad feelings and her guilt. Now she had to work at disposing of them and forgiving herself for her pitiful decision. One thing she’d learned about maturing. Strength and wisdom came with age and experience. At least it had for her, all except one thing. Though she knew the Lord forgave her for her mistake, she hadn’t forgiven herself. But that was years ago, and now she’d learned even more about herself and about men in general. She had her fill of them. Nothing would make her change her—

      “Hell-o.”

      The singsong greeting jarred her thoughts. She gave Rainie a guilty smile. “I was on a little time travel.”

      Rainie tilted her head. “Any place interesting?”

      “Not really.” She didn’t want to get into her mental mess even if Rainie was her best friend and her confidant. Her intimate relationship with Erik was the one thing she’d never shared.

      “Come on. What were you thinking?”

      Her friend’s persistence could drive her loco. “High school. The prom.” She ran her hands along the soft fabric. “That’s the last time I wore a formal.”

      Rainie’s grin sank. “You and Erik.” She shook her head. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring that up, but then that should be water over the dam as they say.” Her grin returned.

      “Lots of water.” She managed to grin back. “Jonny told me Erik’s divorced.”

      “Right. He is.” Her eyes widened. “When did you see Jon?”

      Neely’s pulse skipped. “You call him Jon, too.”

      “What else? Now that he’s six foot two and built like an athlete, Jonny doesn’t fit him.” She curled up her nose. “Don’t you think?”

      “I suppose, but he’ll always be Jonny to me.” Her chest tingled, and the reaction jarred her. She pushed the feeling away and gazed down at the gown.

      Rainie nodded. “I’m so glad you like the choice. Do you think the bridesmaids will?”

      Neely ran her hand down the bodice of the silky fabric. “What’s not to like? I think it will flatter most figures.”

      “I thought so, too.”

      She turned toward Rainie. “Why didn’t you tell me what a great-looking guy Jonny turned out to be?” Another sensation trilled along her skin, like a wisp of hair she tried to brush from her face but could never find.

      Her eyes widened. “He’s my brother. Why would I tell you about his looks? I don’t think about it.” She drew back. “Anyway you always called him a pest and ignored him, so why would I mention him?”

      Jonny had said the same, and she still didn’t have an answer that made sense. Rather than trying to sort it out, she eyed herself in the mirror again. “I can take the gown off, can’t I? We both love the style.” She turned her back to Rainie, and motioned her to unzip the dress.

      When she stepped out of it, Rainie hung it on the hanger and then faced her. “The bridesmaid dresses are just like yours except they’ll be a deeper shade of spring green.”

      “Sounds pretty.” Neely stepped into her jeans and pulled them up.

      Rainie eyed her a moment. “You still didn’t answer my question about Jon. When did you see—”

      Neely waved her words away. “On the high school track.” As she dressed, she gave her a short summary, anxious to change the topic.

      “And you had dinner?” Rainie’s eyebrows touched her hairline. “That’s interesting.”

      Her expression roused Neely’s curiosity. “Why?”

      “I think you’re the first girl he’s taken to dinner in a long time.”

      She waited for more, but Rainie just looked at her. “Doesn’t he date?”

      “A guy that good-looking would, but he never seemed to get serious about any of them until a year or so ago, and then I expected to hear wedding bells.”

      Her chest constricted, picturing Jonny with a wife.

      “He dated Jeannie longer than anyone else.”

      Neely drew air into her depleted lungs. “Jeannie? Anyone I’d know?”

      “I suppose you do. Jeannie Hunt.”

      “Jeannie Hunt?” The question shot out of her like a bark. “The cutesy little cheerleader from the tenth grade?”

      “The same.”

      That knocked the wind out of her. Now that she thought about it, Jonny hadn’t told her anything about himself when they’d talked. She faced the mirror again, eyeing her dark hair, a face that could be lost in a crowd, and a figure that she hid beneath loose fitting apparel like her jogging pants. Jeannie had been a petite blond with curves in the right places and a face that could have been on a Barbie doll. She spun around again. “What happened between them?”

      Rainie shrugged. “I don’t know.

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