coffeemaker made a gurgling sound, and somewhere outside, a leaf blower started up.
Camilla’s tears spilled over, they trailed down her soft cheeks. “Well, I have told you my feelings on this.”
Joleen held her ground. “And I have said what I will do.”
There was a box of tissues, ready and waiting, in the center of the table. Her mother yanked one out. “I love you, baby.”
“And I love you, Mama.”
“And no mistake—” Camilla had to pause, to blow her nose. Then she started again. “No mistake is so big that love can’t find a way to make it right in the end.”
Chapter 7
Joleen fitted in her blood test later that day. The lab said she would have her results by Thursday. That night she and Dekker decided they would marry on Friday afternoon at the Oklahoma County Courthouse.
Joleen called DeDe in Mississippi.
“Oh, I cannot stand it,” DeDe wailed when Joleen shared the news. “You are my sister and Dekker is the only brother I have ever known and if you two are getting married on Friday, Wayne and I are comin’ home right now.”
Dekker got on the line with her and managed to calm her down. He told her they would miss her, but on no account would he allow her to cut her honeymoon short. He finally got her to promise to stay in Mississippi for another week as planned.
Camilla, Niki and Sam would attend the short ceremony. As for the rest of the family, Joleen told them that she loved them all dearly, but she and Dekker could only have so many guests at the courthouse.
“Well then, do not have it at the courthouse, hon,” argued Aunt LeeAnne.
Joleen explained that she wasn’t quite up for planning another big wedding so soon after the one she’d put together for her sister. She said that she and Dekker just wanted to get the formalities over with and start living their lives side by side.
They all said they understood. But they didn’t. Joleen could see it in their eyes.
“We have to do something,” Aunt LeeAnne insisted. “Just a little family get-together when you come home from the courthouse. At least we can have that.”
So it was agreed. After the civil ceremony, the cousins and uncles and aunts would be waiting at Camilla’s. They would have chips and dips and little sandwiches with the crusts cut off. They’d bring a few wedding gifts and they’d offer their heartfelt congratulations.
At the courthouse both Niki and Camilla cried a lot. Camilla had no reservations about explaining to Joleen why she was crying.
“Because another of my babies is saying ‘I do.’ Because I know there is more goin’ on here than I have been told about. Because, well, I do feel that I have been cheated of giving you the kind of wedding DeDe had, a real family wedding, which you know I believe every woman deserves…and because I wish my best friend could be here on this day of all days—but I know, if Lorraine were back with us again, she’d just be headin’ off to jail. And that plain breaks my heart.”
By then the whole family had learned the truth about Dekker’s real identity.
And they hadn’t found out quite the way Joleen and Dekker had intended.
* * *
Dekker had left his apartment Tuesday morning to find five reporters lurking outside. They all wanted to interview him, to get the first statements from the long-lost Bravo Baby. Dekker told them to get lost.
He got a call from his brother an hour or so after he chased the reporters away. Jonas told him that the story had broken in Los Angeles that morning. He urged Dekker not to let it bother him. He said it had been bound to leak out sooner or later.
“As a Bravo,” Jonas warned. “You’ll have to get used to being in the spotlight now and then.”
“No, I won’t,” said Dekker.
Jonas laughed and assured Dekker that the whole thing would blow over eventually.
By Wednesday the wire services had gotten hold of it. The tale of how Dekker Smith was really Russell Bravo of the fabulously wealthy southern California Bravos made the second page of the Daily Oklahoman. And everyone in the family had been able to read all about it for themselves.
So part of the reason that Camilla cried through Joleen’s wedding was because she had recently learned that her best friend in the whole world had not been Dekker’s mama, after all, but the accomplice of the evil uncle who had stolen him from his real mother—who, as it turned out, had died just a few short months ago, never having seen her precious second son again.
Niki cried for her own reasons. Because her big sister and her beloved Dek were getting married, and because her mother was crying, and because…well, just because.
Dekker had found the time to go out and buy Joleen a ring. It was so beautiful—two curving rows of diamonds set into the band, surrounding a single large marquise-cut stone. He kissed her after the judge pronounced them man and wife—a light kiss, hardly more than a gentle brushing of his mouth across her own.
Right then her mother and sister burst into renewed sobbing. Joleen and Dekker turned from each other to try to settle them down.
They all went back to Camilla’s house together, in the beautiful new silver-gray Lexus that Dekker had bought the day before. Two cars filled with reporters followed along behind.
“Ignore them,” commanded Dekker, his voice a low growl.
Joleen granted him her most unconcerned smile. “No problem.” And it wasn’t. For her. She was a little worried about her new husband, though. Since Tuesday, news people seemed to be popping up wherever Dekker went. He was getting very tired of it.
“You go on in,” he said when they got to her mother’s. “Give me a minute.”
Joleen put her hand on his sleeve. “What are you going to do?”
“Have a few words with the media.”
“What will you say?”
“That I’d appreciate a little privacy on my wedding day.”
“Don’t you think that it might be better if—”
“Jo. Go in. I won’t be long.”
She could tell by the thrust of that cleft chin of his that it would get her nowhere to keep after him, so she got her son from his car seat and herded her mother and sister toward the front door.
The aunts and uncles and cousins and lots of finger foods were waiting inside. Joleen moved from one set of loving arms to the next, getting kissed and congratulated by one and all.
“Well, don’t you look beautiful,” said Aunt LeeAnne, stepping back to admire Joleen’s ivory-colored street-length silk sheath and the short, fitted jacket that went with it.
Joleen thanked her
