“Of course he’ll show up. He loves you. Now go take a shower. Janice Menken is coming to do your hair at four. You need to be at the church by five-thirty.”

For a moment all of Sugar Beth’s defenses fell away. She gazed at Winnie. “Tell me I’m doing the right thing.”

“I’m sure you are,” Winnie replied, in a way that told Sugar Beth she wasn’t sure at all.

Sugar Beth slammed the barricades back in place. She showered and shaved her legs. Afterward, she permitted Janice Menken to construct an elaborate hairstyle that looked like a wedding cake had landed on her head. She took it apart as soon as Janice left and reconstructed it more simply closer to the back of her head. She refused to wear a veil, and she kept her makeup subtle, with the emphasis on her eyes and only a tawny gloss at her lips. The familiar rituals did nothing to calm her, and she grew even more agitated as various Seawillows kept sweeping in and out to check on her.

None of them had seen Colin, but they were all very certain he was around somewhere.

She decided the less time she spent at the church the better, so she fetched her gown from the attic where she’d hidden it and got dressed in Colin’s closet. Just as she slipped into her shoes, Jewel and Leeann appeared to drive her to the ceremony. They frowned when they saw her gown.

“You’re not really wearing that, are you?” Leeann said.

“It’s my fourth marriage,” Sugar Beth retorted. “What did you expect?”

Jewel shot Leeann a meaningful look. “Winnie said she was in a bad mood.”

“You still look beautiful,” Leeann conceded. “More than beautiful. But Colin’s going to have a fit.”

“Have either of you seen him?”

“He’s probably with Ryan,” Jewel said uneasily.

“Or on his way to South America.” Sugar Beth kissed Gordon good-bye and stomped out to Jewel’s car, her beaded stiletto sandals making lethal clicks on the pavement.

The nostalgic smells of old hymnals, Pine-Sol, and long-forgotten potlucks enveloped her as she entered the back door of the redbrick Presbyterian church. Winnie, stylish in gold silk, waited just inside. Her eyes narrowed with displeasure as she took in Sugar Beth’s dress, but she wisely held her tongue.

“Tell me you’ve seen Colin,” Sugar Beth said as Winnie steered her toward a small anteroom just off the narthex.

“Ryan’s in charge of Colin.”

“So you haven’t seen him.”

“I haven’t had time to look. There was a misunderstanding about the music, and the altar flowers weren’t right, then Gigi glittered her eyelids. Did you teach her to do that? Never mind.” Winnie’s face set in a chipper smile. “We didn’t do anything about something old and something borrowed. You have a new dress and blue eyes, but we need the rest.”

“When it’s your fourth marriage, you tend to lose faith in superstitions.”

“This is your last marriage, and tradition is important.” She reached into her small beaded bag, drew out Diddie’s pearls, and clasped them around Sugar Beth’s neck. “Don’t get attached. I’m taking them back as soon as the reception’s over.”

Sugar Beth touched them with her fingers, and her eyes filled up with tears. “Oh, Winnie…” She turned and hugged her sister. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Winnie replied, and promptly burst into tears herself.

The organist began to play the prelude, and they hopped up and down and waved their hands in front of their faces to stop themselves before they ruined their eye makeup. Winnie blew her nose. “Colin’s definitely here. Mrs. Patterson never starts to play until everybody in the wedding party has shown up.”

“She’s hated me ever since my ninth-grade recital when I got to dance the Sugar Plum Fairy instead of her precious Kimmie.”

“Everybody in Parrish isn’t involved in a conspiracy against you.”

“We’ll see.”

The prelude came to an end. Winnie thrust a cascading bouquet of white Casablanca lilies into Sugar Beth’s hands and picked up a smaller bouquet for herself, then drew her out into the narthex. Sugar Beth could only see the last two rows of pews, but even they were filled. “What possessed you to invite so many people?”

“You and Colin are going to be a big part of this community,” Winnie retorted. “Everybody deserves to see you married.”

“If he’s here.”

“Of course he’s here.”

The organ launched into the processional, and Sugar Beth’s teeth began to chatter. “I’m not walking down that aisle until you peek around the corner and make sure he’s there.”

“He has to be. If he weren’t, Ryan would-”

“I don’t want to hear another word about Ryan!” she hissed. “Your husband has reason to hate me, too. He’s probably in on the whole thing.”

“True.” Winnie lifted her bouquet. “And then there’s me.” With those ominous words, she stepped around the corner and disappeared down the aisle.

The music swelled. Sugar Beth straightened her shoulders and fought her fear. As she made her way around the corner, the congregation rose, temporarily blocking her view of the altar. She clutched the bouquet more tightly, her palms sweaty. Four husbands! What kind of fool got married for the fourth time?

A sea of faces turned toward her, three hundred of them, but not the one she most needed to see. Until she took her place at the end of the aisle… There he was, with Ryan at his side, both men dressed in black tuxedos. Colin wore his as comfortably as other men wore jeans. The tucked white shirt gleamed against his tan face, which was thinner and more angular than when she’d last seen him. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who’d had trouble eating. The knowledge gave her just enough indignant satisfaction to propel her down the aisle.

Colin’s heart swelled as he watched Sugar Beth approach him. She was dressed entirely in black. He chuckled, and for the first time in nearly two months, he began to relax.

Her gown was beautiful despite its color. Long, slim, and strapless, it had diagonal panels of tiny black beads that grew wider as they reached the hem. She floated toward him, exquisite in form, countenance, and movement, her blond hair and smooth white shoulders rising from the gown like foam from a stormy sea. The brittleness she’d worn like a second skin when she’d first come to Parrish had broken away. She was softer, more exquisite, more precious to him than he’d ever imagined, but the perilous flash of silver in those pale blue eyes reminded him of what a dangerous game he’d been playing. And it wasn’t over yet.

She stopped at his side and passed over the bouquet to Winnie. He took her hands. They were cold as ice, but his weren’t much warmer.

The ceremony began. He’d have preferred writing his own vows, ones that spoke more personally to the depth of his feelings for this magnificent woman, but then she would have had to write hers, too, and he hadn’t trusted her not to curse. Browbeating her was the only way he’d known to slay the dragon that had held this princess as a prisoner for far too long. They belonged together, and he’d been determined to put her out of her misery as quickly as possible.

The minister’s voice broke into his thoughts. Pastor Daniels was a traditionalist, and it hadn’t occurred to him that he should modify the ceremony.

“Who gives this woman to be wedded to this man?”

There was a long pause. The congregation began to stir uneasily. Colin frowned. Ryan smiled and stepped forward. “I do.”

The pastor came to his senses after that and quickly deleted the speak now or forever hold your peace part, which would surely have sent people hopping to their feet all over the place.

The vows followed. Sugar Beth spoke hers flatly, almost angrily. He understood. She’d lost faith in vows, and this particular ceremony held a lot of unhappy memories for her. Still, it had to be done.

The rest of the ceremony passed in a blur, something to be endured rather than cherished. She had a ring for him, which was a surprise, a simple white gold wedding band. He slipped a perfect two-and-a-half-carat diamond on her finger. She wasn’t a woman for subtlety.

More vows and the pronouncement. “You may kiss the bride.”

He gazed down at her and, as he drew close, whispered against her lips, “Don’t bite.”

She didn’t. But she didn’t really kiss him back either.

Ryan and Winnie whisked them to Frenchman’s Bride for the reception. The white tent had billows of net at the entrance and a swagged ceiling. Crisp linens draped with sheer gold overskirts covered the tables, each of which displayed a trailing centerpiece of lilies, hyacinths, and ivy. Long serving tables held platters of lobster tails, crab claws, and shrimp, along with an assortment of hot and cold dishes. He couldn’t imagine how Winnie and the Seawillows had managed to do all this so quickly or how he would ever thank them properly. There was no band, no dancing. Winnie knew he and Sugar Beth needed to get through this reception as quickly as possible so they could be alone. He watched Sugar Beth bypass a tower of chocolate-dipped cream puffs for the relish tray. He frowned.

The guests seemed to have entered into a conspiracy to protect him because no one suggested he and Sugar Beth stand still for wedding photographs, and not a single person tapped a knife on a water goblet to encourage them to kiss. When it came time for the wedding cake to be cut, Winnie jumped up with a panic-stricken expression and said she and Ryan would do the honors. Only Cubby Bowmar seemed disappointed that he wouldn’t get to see Colin’s face decorated with vanilla fondant.

Sugar Beth spent most of the reception with either the Seawillows or Gigi and her teenage friends. Finally, Winnie drew her away to throw her bouquet, and Sugar Beth aimed right for Jewel, which he thought was a nice touch. No one mentioned a garter ceremony.