No Reservations Required by Ellen Hart

Chris that she’d made a big mistake, moving into Phil’s house so fast. Chris told her it was her life, and that she trusted Phil. She loved him and he loved her. That’s what mattered. Chris could still hear her mother’s words. “But he’s old enough to be your father, honey. And he’s been married twice before. You’ll never get what you really want from a man like that.”
    Chris lied, said that marriage wasn’t important to her. So what if Phil wasn’t interested in marriage anymore? Was that so odd? He’d been burned twice. He took the blame for both of his failed relationships, said his wives were good women, it just didn’t work out. But Chris knew the truth. Both his ex-wives were terrible people, selfish and slutty women who didn’t deserve a man like Phil. She knew because, every now and then, he’d let something slip about one of them. She tried to make her mother understand. Phil had been unlucky in love—until now.
    Her mother always countered with the same old warning: if a man has been that unlucky in love, there has to be a reason, and it can’t always be the other person’s fault.
    But Chris knew that’s exactly what it was. Phil was simply too good for his first two wives. They took advantage of him, took him for granted. They used him and then kicked him out, hoping to get big fat settlements. But Phil had outsmarted them. That’s why they were so mad, even now, after many years of being apart. He said that sometimes his two ex-wives scared him. They both had a violent streak. How could they be so blind? thought Chris. Phil was handsome, smart, funny, charming beyond belief, and he was incredibly sensitive. He cried sometimes after they made love. He said he was so grateful he’d found her. He’d almost given up hope of ever finding any lasting happiness in life.
    When he finally returned home yesterday afternoon, he sat Chris on the couch. Again, he told her he loved her and that he couldn’t imagine a life without her. And to prove it to her, he handed her a huge diamond engagement ring. And then he asked her to marry him.
    Chris wanted to shout for joy, to call her mother and tell her she was wrong wrong wrong. Her mind went into overdrive, imagining the wedding they would have, all the guests they would invite.
    But Phil said no. They needed to be married right away. Now that he’d realized how pigheaded he’d been, he wanted to rectify the situation. He needed her to be his wife, no prenups, no lawyers, just the two of them and a judge—a friend of his. He told her to go upstairs, put on her prettiest dress, and get ready to become Mrs. Phil Banks.
    Chris was disappointed. She tried hard to hide it, to act like this was what she wanted, too. She’d always dreamed of a wedding at the St. Paul Cathedral, with her brother there to give her away, maybe her uncle Vincent as one of the groomsmen. She imagined her husband-to-be in a handsome morning coat, lifting her veil after they’d said their “I dos” and kissing her with such passion that it made all the women in the church wish they were her. The sanctuary would be filled with flowers, and then afterward, they’d have a big wedding dinner, gorgeous catered food that she and her mother would agonize over for months. Maybe there would even be a rock band, or better yet, a country-western one, something fun for entertainment and dancing. And finally, the wedding night. It would all be so incredible.
    In the end, they were married in the living room of Judge Warren Wilson’s home. He was a high school buddy of Phil’s and lived in Edina. It was a nice enough house, but not exactly a cathedral. His wife had played several classical pieces on the piano, and Phil slipped a simple gold band on her left hand before he kissed her. She’d been right about the passion in his kiss. But instead of a fancy hotel, they went home and made love. Phil had covered their bed with red rose petals. He was trying to please her. He simply