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the next couple of weeks.”

      Camille frowned. “But that’s barely time to plan showers and invitations and—”

      Paris interrupted with a shake of her head. “We don’t want all that. We’ll call everyone. The guys at the firehouse want to fix the food, and I’ve got a dress.”

      “But…” Camille didn’t seem able to focus her complaints.

      Paris hugged her again. “It’s what we want, Mom. No fuss, just everyone we love around us. Okay?”

      Even her mother found that hard to dispute. “Okay.”

      “I want you to give me away, Mom.”

      “Really? Is that…proper?”

      “Yes. It’s done all the time. And Prue, of course, will be my maid of honor. Chilly’s going to stand up for Randy. What’s the matter?”

      Camille had a worried expression. “You’re not moving away, are you?”

      “No. Randy wants to stay and so do I. In fact, we’re going to start house-hunting pretty soon.”

      Camille put a hand to her heart in relief. “Thank goodness. I thought the hurry meant he was going back to medical school or you really did want to go back to Boston. I know I lived without you and Prue for quite a while, but I’ve really enjoyed having you back.”

      Prue saw in Paris the excitement, the promise she herself had known when she’d burst into the house one rainy afternoon four-and-a-half years ago to announce her engagement to Gideon. She remembered the deep-down satisfaction she’d felt that life was progressing according to plan, that she’d found a hand some, smart and well-respected man.

      She hadn’t known then that her princess life was about to be dethroned. That it wasn’t all as perfect as it appeared.

      Paris’s cell phone rang. “Berkshire Cab,” she answered. “Oh, hi, Letitia.” She listened a moment, then slipped off the stool. “Sure I can. I’ll be right there. Ten minutes.”

      She turned off the phone, tucked it into the pocket of the baseball jacket Randy had lent her at a picnic about a month ago, and that had hardly been off her back since. “I’m picking up the Lightfoot sisters,” she said, hugging Camille one more time. The Lightfoot sisters were a spinster pair who ran the Maple Hill Manor School outside of town. It had been in their family for generations. “Want a ride to the studio, Prue?”

      “Yes, please.” Prue ran for her purse and jacket and met Paris at the door. “Bye, Mom!”

      “Bye, girls. Drive carefully. When Randy gets off, we’ll all have to celebrate!” She shouted the last part as Paris closed the door.

      Prue climbed into the passenger seat as Paris slipped in behind the wheel.

      “I’m really happy for you,” Prue said, buckling her seat belt. “I’ll make you something special. I don’t know what yet, but I’ll think of something.”

      Paris backed out of the driveway, turned onto Lake Road and headed for the highway. “You won’t have time to think about anything but all those orders you have to fill. Letting me use the wedding dress is enough, Prue. I suppose I should talk to Rosie about buying that headpiece I modeled with it. It was perfect.”

      “It was. Any thoughts on what color you want me to wear?”

      “I don’t know.” Paris made a face as she thought. “Something fallish, I suppose. Like gold or pumpkin.”

      “I have a soft orange brocade I’ve been saving for something special. You think that’d be too weird for a wedding?”

      “Not at all. You’re not capable of weird when it comes to wearing the right thing. I swear, you’d look good in golf pants.”

      Prue laughed. “You’re the one who wowed them at the fashion show.”

      “Of course. I was wearing your clothes.”

      “And you did such a good job of it, even the Lightfoot sisters ordered two of the cloaks. One midnight, one emerald. They told me they intend to wear them when they go to the opera in Boston.”

      Paris smiled. “That’s great. The sisters are so cute.” She pulled into the parking lot of the Chandler Mill Building and stopped near the door. “Will you have time to make yourself a dress for the wedding?” Paris asked as Prue stepped out of the cab. “I mean, with all those orders to fill?”

      “Oh, sure,” Prue replied. “I’ll do something simple but special. How do you feel today?”

      Paris waggled her right hand. “Early morning’s the worst, then I’m usually okay. Have a good afternoon.” She grinned mischievously. “Any messages for Gideon?”

      “No.” Prue was afraid to ask why, but she wanted to know. “Why?”

      “I’m picking him up later so he can buy a car.” She smiled innocently at Prue. “You should come along. You keep talking about buying a car, too.”

      Prue grabbed the leather wallet that always sat on the console beside Paris, and reached into it for the candy bar her chocoholic sister usually stashed there. And there it was. Hershey with almonds. Basic but delicious.

      “Hey!” Paris complained.

      “If you can be mean to me—” Prue pocketed the bar, zipped up the wallet again and returned it to its spot “—I can be mean to you. Just leave me alone about Gideon.”

      “Prudie! Give me back my chocolate! I need serotonin for two!”

      Prue thanked her sister for the ride, stuck her tongue out at her and let herself into the building. Once inside, she stood for a moment with her back to the closed door, absorbing the sense of safety and security the building provided her. No one here ever asked her about Gideon. No one here ever made her think about the loss she’d kept from him. She wondered with a little wince why the grief was suddenly so fresh. Because Gideon was back, probably.

      She’d have to consider moving into her studio.

      GIDEON LIKED the house Hank had found for him. Hank had done work in it several months ago when the owner was moving and preparing to rent it out rather than sell it on the chance he returned one day.

      “It’s probably a little big for one person,” Hank had said, “but then again it’s nice to have space.”

      The A-frame had a large living room with the vaulted ceiling typical of the architecture, a long kitchen and dining area off to the right, and a bedroom and a bath behind the living room.

      The loft bedroom was huge with a finely carved railing that looked down on the living room.

      Hank had led him out onto the deck that ran the length of the structure and pointed across the lake. “See that dock on the other side?”

      Gideon had squinted, but the sun was bright and the lake was a considerable distance across. He could barely make it out.

      “That’s Cam and Mariah’s place. Used to be mine, but Jackie had the old family place in town and that’s worked out more conveniently for us with the kids.”

      “I love this house,” Gideon said. “And I appreciate your finding it for me considering how little you know about me. And considering the story circulating of the incident that led to my separation from Prue.”

      Hank nodded. “I’ve heard it. But I’ve been misjudged a time or two myself, and I think it’s a good thing to make your decisions about people on what you witness firsthand. And so far all I really know is that you make good breakfast-table conversation, you were decorated for bravery in the Gulf War and you’re a judo master. Hard to think badly of you on that information.”

      Gideon had appreciated that vote of confidence. It was going to make staying here more doable than it might have been. And Hank asked him to set up the new

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