"Witch In The House" - читать интересную книгу автора (McKnight Jenna)WITCH IN THE HOUSE
Jenna McKnight Chapter 1 L ike a lemon drop on speed, the maid of honor darted across the front of the church, her yellow toe-length dress rustling with every step. The guestsТ heads swiveled in unison as they tracked her agitated progress through the opposite archway, after which they turned to each other and resumed whispering. Not calm, smiling, happy-to-see-these-two-finally-going-to-tie-the-knot wedding speak, either. Mason Kincaid, the groom, handled it like a pro; ten minutes earlier, heТd retreated to the choir loft in the back of the church. Only his best man knew where he was, and that was because heТd followed him. Something about doing his job. Mason was standing shoulder to shoulder with Anthony now, feet spread comfortably, hands in the trouser pockets of his tux, watching another lemon drop rustle across the nave below. УThere goes another one,Ф he remarked. Organ music played softly in the background, as if it were quite normal for bridesmaids and groomsmen to buzz back and forth across the church before the ceremony, half of them chattering on their cell phones, the other half comparing notes while frantically waiting for call backs. УYellow dresses, black tuxes,Ф Anthony mused over the swarm of activity. УLooks like a hornetТs nest, my friend.Ф absentmindedly lifting his sleeve and pronating in one smooth motion. УI think you can get tennis elbow from that,Ф Anthony said. УFrom what?Ф УChecking your watch every thirty seconds. What? DonТt tell me you thought Miss Terminally Late would be on time once in her life.Ф УYes,Ф Mason said, nodding with absolute certainty, turning the bezel on his watch, as if doing so would somehow make Brenda more aware of the time. УWe discussed it at the rehearsal last night.Ф УUh-huh.Ф УAnd in the car on the way to dinner.Ф Mason felt the need to substantiate his statement because Anthony was shaking his head with a look that said, You poor sap. УOn the way home, too. She swore she wouldnТt be late.Ф He never knew whether to worry about Brenda when she wasnТt on time or wring her neck when she finally arrived, but constant repetition had dulled the tendency to worry. Except this time sheТd promised. SheТd never promised before. All her friends were here. All sheТd talked about for weeks was Уher day.Ф She loved fresh bouquets, candlelight, and ribbon. Her apartment had turned into a veritable testing lab for all three in her quest to mix the right sizes, right widths, right textures, blah blah blah. More than once, Mason jolted awake thinking he was the star attraction at a funeral. It wouldnТt have been so bad if Brenda had consoled him, but forty-two long, lonnng days ago sheТd gotten the crazy idea that Уwaiting until our wedding nightФ would somehow make it more special. This, after five years together. He had to hand it to her, though. Every female guestЧand several of the |
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