If she had been born the day before, Abby might have believed Charlie, but it was likely that her father had covered all his bases and called the service ahead of time and told them not to accept a call from her.
The last thing that Abby thought of, and she might have done it if she wouldn’t have thought it would turn her into a horrible person, was that of calling Travis and having him come pick her up. The only reason she didn’t was because Travis had been his brother’s best man, and if he had to leave to get her, the whole wedding would have been held up on her account.
Abby sat on the edge of her bed and with a swish of her hand, she shuffled the dress off of her comforter and watched it flutter to the floor. It had been the perfect choic e it was flattering enough to have kept Travis’ attention on her, but not so over the top that it would have taken eyes away from Cory when she came out in her dress. She smiled. That dress of Cory’s would be the talk of Collie for years to come; it was the kind of wedding gown that you had to go five towns over to a specialty boutique to find and when you found it, you had to donate an organ or two to afford it.
She took a second to lean backwards on the plush softness of her bed, just enough to reach her cell phone from the place she‘s tossed it as she came in. She was certain that the wedding was over with, that Travis was on his way home or there already, and still there wasn’t so much as a text message from him. It made her wonder if this was the last time she would be forced to stand him up and be able to apologize to him later for it.
CHAPTER 11
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Travis sat behind the steering wheel of his police cruiser, waiting patiently for Louis to come out of the convenience store they were parked at. Given the fact that he was driving, he knew Louis hadn’t been that graceful at the wedding after he’d left it. They’d had a good chuckle about it, and even Louis admitted that once Cory had thrown herself into the fray of perturbed bridesmaids, that the whole ceremony had become something of a legend in Collie shindigs.
As usual, when he was left alone, his thoughts roamed back to Abby, about what she was doing at this precise moment, what emotions might be displayed on her face, and as usual he forced himself to think about something else. If she’d cared, if he was important, she would have called him by now. The fact that he felt like a girl hemming and hawing and chewing over whether or not the phone would ring made him want to rip the steering wheel right out of the cruiser’s console.
The passenger’s door opened and closed as Louis got into the cab. His arms were full of junk food, and Travis wondered how in the world the man looked as he did and put all that crap into his body. Junk food was the enemy of Lady Killers.
“What? Growing boy’s gotta eat.” Louis grinned as he pulled a wrapper halfway off of a Mars bar. As Travis watched, Louis opened his mouth and bit off a chunk.
Travis shook his head and lifted his hand to turn the ignition so that they could get to their rounds when a woman came running out of the convenience store, her arms waving wildly. Her face was contorted in alarm, and even before Travis could make out what the woman was shouting, his door was opening and he was getting out intercepting her.
“Mrs. Lawson collapsed in the store! She just fell right on over! Help her!”
Travis had kept his door open, and he glanced at Louis who had shoved his bounty to the floor of the cab and was on the radio calling an ambulance before the woman was even five feet away from them.
It was understandable that the woman was running to them for help; a lot of the local stores didn’t have their own landlines.
Travis nodded at Louis, who handed him a thumbs up as he put their station’s dispatch on the job of arranging for the paramedics, and as he
The last thing that Abby thought of, and she might have done it if she wouldn’t have thought it would turn her into a horrible person, was that of calling Travis and having him come pick her up. The only reason she didn’t was because Travis had been his brother’s best man, and if he had to leave to get her, the whole wedding would have been held up on her account.
Abby sat on the edge of her bed and with a swish of her hand, she shuffled the dress off of her comforter and watched it flutter to the floor. It had been the perfect choic e it was flattering enough to have kept Travis’ attention on her, but not so over the top that it would have taken eyes away from Cory when she came out in her dress. She smiled. That dress of Cory’s would be the talk of Collie for years to come; it was the kind of wedding gown that you had to go five towns over to a specialty boutique to find and when you found it, you had to donate an organ or two to afford it.
She took a second to lean backwards on the plush softness of her bed, just enough to reach her cell phone from the place she‘s tossed it as she came in. She was certain that the wedding was over with, that Travis was on his way home or there already, and still there wasn’t so much as a text message from him. It made her wonder if this was the last time she would be forced to stand him up and be able to apologize to him later for it.
CHAPTER 11
………………………………..
Travis sat behind the steering wheel of his police cruiser, waiting patiently for Louis to come out of the convenience store they were parked at. Given the fact that he was driving, he knew Louis hadn’t been that graceful at the wedding after he’d left it. They’d had a good chuckle about it, and even Louis admitted that once Cory had thrown herself into the fray of perturbed bridesmaids, that the whole ceremony had become something of a legend in Collie shindigs.
As usual, when he was left alone, his thoughts roamed back to Abby, about what she was doing at this precise moment, what emotions might be displayed on her face, and as usual he forced himself to think about something else. If she’d cared, if he was important, she would have called him by now. The fact that he felt like a girl hemming and hawing and chewing over whether or not the phone would ring made him want to rip the steering wheel right out of the cruiser’s console.
The passenger’s door opened and closed as Louis got into the cab. His arms were full of junk food, and Travis wondered how in the world the man looked as he did and put all that crap into his body. Junk food was the enemy of Lady Killers.
“What? Growing boy’s gotta eat.” Louis grinned as he pulled a wrapper halfway off of a Mars bar. As Travis watched, Louis opened his mouth and bit off a chunk.
Travis shook his head and lifted his hand to turn the ignition so that they could get to their rounds when a woman came running out of the convenience store, her arms waving wildly. Her face was contorted in alarm, and even before Travis could make out what the woman was shouting, his door was opening and he was getting out intercepting her.
“Mrs. Lawson collapsed in the store! She just fell right on over! Help her!”
Travis had kept his door open, and he glanced at Louis who had shoved his bounty to the floor of the cab and was on the radio calling an ambulance before the woman was even five feet away from them.
It was understandable that the woman was running to them for help; a lot of the local stores didn’t have their own landlines.
Travis nodded at Louis, who handed him a thumbs up as he put their station’s dispatch on the job of arranging for the paramedics, and as he
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