she got was a puzzled look in return, but then he started reading with all due solemnity and restored her confidence. “Dearly Beloved…”
It was the work of barely five minutes, the recitation of names, the exchange of rings and vows. Sarah Ann’s fingers were icy; Gabe’s replies as wooden as her own. Fraud, her guilty conscience whispered. Liar. But one look at Gramps’s face, and she knew she would do it all again, a hundred times over if necessary.
The young man closed his Bible, smiling cordially at the couple in front of him. “Now, by the power vested in me by the state of Florida—”
The door burst open, spilling bodies and boisterous commotion into the already-overcrowded room.
“Where’s the wedding?” roared a swarthy man with oiled-down hair and a polyester suit. His eyes lit up in triumph at the sight of flowers and guests, but his voice was slurred. “Oh, ho, fellows! This has gotta be the place! Had a hell of a time finding it, though, didn’t we? Why don’t they have more signs? We ain’t brain surgeons.”
His scruffy companions nodded, laughed uproariously at this apparent witticism and leered at the group of nurses. Revolted, Sarah Ann took an involuntary step backward, grateful to have Gabe’s protecting arm at her waist.
“Here now, what’s the meaning of this?” Judge Holt demanded. “Good God, man, you’re drunk!”
“I ain’t,” the intruder replied indignantly. He lifted a beer bottle and grinned. “Just celebrating the festivities ahead of time. Carrot-headed fellow down at the Whistling Pirate kept buying rounds, ain’t that right, boys?”
“A swell guy,” one of his friends agreed. “Big, too. Drink a keg of beer all by himself.”
“Well, we sure gave him some help.” Taking a final swallow, the leader tossed the empty bottle in a nearby wastebasket, rubbed his hands, and looked around expectantly. “Okay, let’s get this show on the road!”
“Mister,” Gabe growled, “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“Wait a minute! I been hired to do a job, and by gum, I’m gonna do it! Which one of you is the Dempsey gal? You want a justice of the peace or not?”
“Justice of the—” Horror stole Sarah Ann’s breath, clogged her throat. “You?”
Belligerent now, the man scowled. “You hired me, didn’t you? Paid good money for this part. Just ‘cause a man’s a little late…”
She swung to the man holding the Bible. “Then who’s this?”
“Why, Reverend Cullen, girlie,” Harlan said. “The new hospital chaplain.”
Sarah Ann’s knees buckled. Gabe caught her, steadying her until she found her feet again. Their eyes met. Realization dawned. An ordained clergyman. Blood tests. The judge’s license.
She saw the wrath building in Gabe’s expression, saw the house of cards she’d been trying to build for Gramps tumble and fall. Panic consumed her, made her voice a thin wail. “Oh, my God.”
“We’re churchgoing folks,” Harlan continued. “I couldn’t have my granddaughter married by a civil servant.”
“Certainly not!” Lillian snapped, recovering her authority. “And this one’s a pure disgrace to his calling! You men, out!” Like a drill sergeant, she herded the protesting intruders outside, slammed the door behind them and restored order. “Go ahead, Reverend.”
Nonplussed, Reverend Cullen fumbled with the Bible. “Uh, ahem. Where were we? Oh, yes.”
Trapped within the circle of Gabe’s arms, Sarah Ann trembled uncontrollably as the clergyman blessed them with a benign smile.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Husband.
Wife.
Gabe stared down into Sarah Ann’s pansy-colored eyes and saw hysteria blossoming. From long experience in the face of unmitigated disaster, he knew the only alternative was damage control.
So he took the preacher’s suggestion and kissed her.
To keep her quiet, he told himself, molding his mouth against hers.
To keep up appearances for the old man’s sake, he assured himself, holding her still with a hand to the back of her head.
To keep the situation from blowing wide open in front of all these witnesses, he said inwardly, deepening the kiss.
And to see if she still tasted of spice and promise.
She did.
With a groan of impatience, Gabe tightened his hold and brought them both closer to the edge of forgetfulness. She’d been quaking in his arms, but now she melted against him, her subtle curves complementing his hard angles. Growing pliant, quiescent, she warmed to the heat of his lips, opening for him. She looped her arms around his neck, and the rich perfume of her bouquet filled his head, made him dizzy with desire.
Which wasn’t his original intention at all.
Coming to his senses, Gabe broke off the kiss, pushing Sarah Ann’s face into the crook of his shoulder, his breathing gusty, his heart pounding. Holding her protectively, his mouth against the delicate shell of her ear, he whispered to her, the picture of the tender and devoted lover, but his low tone was harsh with anger directed at himself and his lack of control.
“For God’s sake, get a grip.” He felt her jerk, but easily contained her involuntary movement. “Don’t panic.”
Muffled against his shirt collar, her words were barely audible. “Let me go, you bastard.”
“Listen to me, damn you.” His fingers tightened in her hair. “Everyone’s watching. Get hold of yourself. Put on a smile and look like you’re in love, or you’ll blow everything.”
He sensed her surprise. What had she expected? he thought. That he’d call the whole thing off because of this cosmic blunder, revealing them both as liars and fools or worse? Not bloody damn likely!
He waited until the subtle tension in her limbs indicated a semblance of composure, however brittle, then gingerly released her.
Sliding her arms from around his neck, she gave him a smile that never reached her eyes and murmured, “I hate and despise you.”
His expression was equally affectionate, equally false. “The feeling’s mutual, sweetheart.”
“Oh, my goodness, I think I’m going to cry!” Lillian bustled forward to envelop Sarah Ann in a warm hug. “Every happiness, my dear.”
They were immediately surrounded by a bevy of wellwishers. Gabe did his best to accept the congratulations heaped upon him with
