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Authors: Susan Fox

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A
bsorbed in the slide show of images of me and my fiancé Matt in the digital photo frame on my desk, I took a moment to register the growl of a throaty car engine outside my open bedroom window. One glance and—“Oh my God!” I leaped to my feet. The yellow MGB convertible cruising to a stop was my sister Jenna’s. Which meant that the hottie with windblown brown hair in the driver’s seat was her man, come to make things right with her.
I flew out of my room and almost crashed into Jenna in the hall. My sister, now twenty-nine, had always been the gorgeous one in the family—in a totally natural way she took for granted. Nothing, not even the male-driven angst she’d been through in the past couple of days, could change that. Her blue sundress was perfect with her tanned skin, her hair tumbled in sunny curls over her shoulders, and even the shadows around her eyes brought out their dramatic greenish-blue.
“Jenna! That’s your car!” And in it, fingers crossed, the cure for those mauve shadows. I’d always loved her—even despite her gorgeousness, her flakiness, and my issues with my sisters in general—but in the past days we’d grown closer and I really, really wanted things to work out for her.
“What?” She shook her head, frowning in puzzlement. “No, my car’s in California. What are you talking about, Merilee?”
When her old MGB had broken down last week just as she’d started her journey home from Santa Cruz to Vancouver, she’d left it at a repair shop and hitched a ride with the man who’d turned her life upside down. And yes, the car outside was definitely hers, which meant this had to be
the guy
—the stranger she’d fallen for, broken up with, and been angsting over. “Look!” I grabbed her hand and dragged her over to the window.
Her ocean-colored eyes went wide, wider, and wider still as she stared out. “What?” She sounded utterly stunned.
“It’s Mark, it’s Mark! It is, isn’t it?” He hadn’t flown to Indonesia to start his marine biology project, he’d gone down to California to pick up her car. He’d come for her—a windblown knight in a butter-yellow MGB—and he was going to make everything all right. It was like the happy, tear-jerker ending of every romantic movie.
Finally, emotion flooded her face: hope, and a joy so powerful that . . . that I felt the sour tang of jealousy in my mouth. I was the one getting married in two days.
I
was the one who was supposed to feel on top of the world.
Ack! What was
wrong
with me these days?
Jenna dashed out my bedroom door and I ran after her, shoving aside my stupid, petty, irrational doubts and recapturing my excitement for her. In the hall, I yelled, “Theresa, Kat!”
Theresa opened her bedroom door. My oldest sister looked all fresh and pretty in shorts and an avocado-colored top that made green flecks dance in her hazel eyes. Frowning, she held up her cell phone. “What is it? I’m talking to Damien.”
At least she’d only been
talking
to her boyfriend, who was on a book tour in the States. Not having phone sex, which from what she said occupied an awful lot of their time. I still couldn’t get over the change in my up-tight professor sister since she’d hooked up with Damien. She’d always intimidated the hell out of me, but now she’d softened and was easier to relate to. Love had worked magic. Love and phone sex.
“Jenna’s Mark is here,” I answered, loud enough for Kat to hear too, in her bedroom where she’d holed up with her hottie from Montreal. Ms. Sociability, the girl who had a million friends but the worst luck when it came to love, had finally found herself a winner.
Theresa’s face lit. “Seriously?” Into the phone she said, “Have to go, talk to you later, love you.” She tossed the phone onto her bed, then faced me again, brow pinching. “That man better not hurt Jenna again.”
Kat’s bedroom door opened a crack and she stuck her head out, reddish-brown curls in disarray. “Mark’s here? Really?”
“Outside, in Jenna’s MGB.” I turned to Theresa. “He won’t hurt her.” I crossed my fingers, hoping it was true. Yeah, maybe I was a teeny bit envious, but my sister—all my sisters—deserved happiness. “He’s come to apologize. I’m sure of it.”
Theresa’s frown slid into a smile. “It is our summer for happy endings, isn’t it? All of us Fallon girls.”
Her, with her new love Damien, the thriller writer she’d met on the plane from Sydney. Kat, with the sexy photographer who’d won her heart on the train ride from Montreal. And me of course, marrying the boy I’d loved forever. Which was exciting. Of course it was. Along with kind of scary. And confusing. Which it shouldn’t have been . . .
This wasn’t the time to worry about it. Mark had come for Jenna, and I didn’t want to miss a moment.
Kat said, “Gotta pull some clothes on.”
So that’s why she’d only opened the door a crack. “Ew! TMI.” It was squirmy enough to hear her gush and rave about Kama Sutra sex with the fabulous Naveen, much less know exactly where and when—like right now, across the hall—it was going on.
“Don’t let anything happen without me,” she called as she slammed the door.
Theresa and I darted down the hall and pounded down the staircase, then raced out the open front door of the family home. Halfway between the MGB and the steps, Jenna stood with her guy. His arms were around her shoulders and hers around his waist.
As Theresa and I went over, Kat and Nav hurried up behind us. Mom’s Mercedes pulled up and she climbed out and walked briskly toward us in her business suit. For once, my lawyer mom who had to control the world didn’t jump in with questions. She was so smart she’d have sized the situation up in a nanosecond.
As we all moved closer to Jenna, I figured Mark had to know we were serving notice that if he messed with her, he’d have us to answer to. Within the family, we might snipe and nag and bitch, but when it came to outsiders, we protected our own.
I sized the guy up: a rangy, well-muscled bod shown off by cargo shorts and a black tank, angular features, a tan that made his sky-blue eyes even more dramatic. Even rumpled and windblown, he was a total hottie. Was I disloyal to Matt, to think that? Of course my fiancé was handsome, but he didn’t have Mark’s intense, utterly masculine vibe.
Mark’s piercing blue eyes took in our presence, then he gazed down at Jenna and, oh yeah, I was watching a romantic movie. He shut us out as if we didn’t exist, and focused entirely on her with a passionate intensity that gave me shivers. What would it be like to have a man look at me that way? My guy was loving and considerate, but . . .
I brushed the thought away and listened.
Mark told Jenna he’d postponed his trip to Indonesia where he was scheduled to head a coral reef restoration project and had instead taken a red-eye down to California so he could bring her much-loved car back to her—because to her, that car symbolized freedom.
I nodded. Yeah, Jenna’d always been all about freedom.
Then he said, “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have asked you to change. I fell in love with you just the way you are. You’re a wonderful person.”
A silent “Aw” rose in my throat. He was romancing her so absolutely perfectly. Again I wondered what that would be like. My Matt and I had been together since we were seven. He’d never had to romance me, never had to do something grand and dramatic to win me, because love had always been there.
I had always thought words like
radiant
and
glowing
belonged in ads, not real life. My sister’s face proved me wrong.
Vaguely, I was aware of Dad driving up and coming over to join us, but I was utterly caught up in what Jenna was telling her lover. When she said she’d just asked a travel agent to book her a flight to Bali for right after my wedding, I barely suppressed a gasp. She said she had been afraid of commitment, but now she was ready to build a future with Mark.
It was her own grand, romantic gesture. Did he have any idea how huge this was for her?
Maybe so. The way he touched her cheek was so tender it brought tears to my eyes. “You mean you’d give up all the variety for one man, one cause?” he asked huskily.
“We’ll create our own variety. Side by side, as partners. That’ll be all the excitement I can handle.”
“And it’ll be more excitement and more joy than I’d ever hoped for.”
“You and me both.”
Excitement. Joy. Yes, I saw those emotions on their faces, along with tenderness and passion. I’d seen the same feelings shared by Theresa and her Damien, and Kat and Nav. Intense, sexy, and romantic.
When was the last time Matt and I had looked at each other that way? Or had we ever? Tenderness, yes, but passion? Excitement? Pure, blazing joy? All week, seeing my sisters come home one by one from all over the world, bursting with the excitement of new, passionate love affairs, I’d felt . . . What?
Kind of flat. Maybe even unhappy, a little depressed. Off. In the week before my own wedding, the wedding I’d dreamed of since I was a little girl, when I should have been brimming with excitement, I’d felt empty. Left out. Like everyone else was having all the fun.
That was childish. In this family, I should know I’d never be the center of attention, and just stop wanting it.
Except . . . Was that really all it was? Or did it go deeper? Was it about Matt and me? Though I was eleven years younger than Theresa, eight years younger than Jenna, I felt—okay, I felt
settled
. Settled into a comfortable relationship that never ignited the kind of sparks I now saw flying between Jenna and Mark as they kissed like they were merging their souls.
Well, shit. Comfortable, rather than exciting. Settled, at the ripe old age of twenty-one. This was bad. Definitely bad. For fourteen years I’d told myself I was the Fallon sister who’d found her soul mate, the perfect love, and now . . .
Pre-wedding jitters. Everyone has them.
Then why was my heart racing and why, even as I joined my family in clapping and cheering for Jenna and Mark, did I feel left out and envious? I was the one getting
married,
and rather than looking forward to my beautiful white wedding, I was wanting what my sisters had.
My heart lodged in my throat, beating so hard it threatened to choke me. I tried to swallow as Jenna and her guy eased an inch or two apart. “We belong together,” he said with absolute conviction.
“We do. I’ve been falling for you since . . . oh, probably since the moment you ordered strawberry pie.”
“I’ve been falling for you since I first looked into your eyes.”
It was one of those
aw, isn’t that sweet
? moments, but instead of enjoying it, my brain was spinning. That was how it had been for Matt and me, recognizing from the beginning that we were soul mates. M&M. Except we’d been seven. Children, not adults. We’d grown up together. He’d been at our house so often, Mom and Dad said it was almost like having a son. I’d never dated anyone but him. We’d fumbled through learning about sex together. And the sex was great. Tender and affectionate and really . . . comfortable.
I put a hand to my chest, over my racing heart, and pressed down, trying to calm it. What a bitch I was, being disloyal to Matt, my best friend, the one person in the world who’d always been there for me. Always put me first.
But . . . why did he never look at me with passionate intensity? Why did I never feel sparks flying, like he couldn’t wait to be alone with me and strip my clothes off? Did he really, really love me or was it just
comfortable
being with me?
Oh shit, I couldn’t seem to draw air into my lungs. Was I going to pass out?
As per usual, no-one was paying me the slightest notice. Things with my family had improved in the past week, but I would never be the center of attention in a family where everyone else was, in their own way, larger than life.
I could have fainted dead away and no one would have noticed. They were all, “You’ll stay for dinner;” “I’ve been on the road for the last two days without a shower or change of clothes;” “I’m sure Jenna will help you find the shower.” Blah, blah, and they’d be having sex in that shower, too, and everyone knew it.
Hot sex. Steamy hot sex. Not
comfortable
sex. Matt and I had been lovers for five years now, and never once had we made out in the shower. What did that mean?
Yesterday, I’d visited Gran. I’d always loved her so much, and it broke my heart that now she had Alzheimer’s and mostly was pretty out of it. Still, somehow that had freed me to pour out all the stupid, toxic shit I’d been feeling since my sisters arrived home. The crazy jealousy, the uncertainty, the fear that my future wasn’t going to be the blissful one I’d always dreamed of.
She had stared out the window the whole time I talked, not saying a word. When I kissed her and said I had to go, she caught my hand and said, “Every woman deserves passion. Have you found yours?”
Did she even know it was me? Was this one of her lucid moments or was she just rambling?

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