What? What was she feeling? Weary? Under the weather? Maybe even a little bit down? There was no reason for it, none at—
“Hey.”
She gasped and spun around just as Cullen reached her.
“You scared me to half to death,” she said with a little laugh.
“Sorry. I figured you heard me coming.” He grinned. “I guess I have a delicate walk.”
Fallon grinned back at him. “Delicate” was not a word anyone would use to describe her brothers. Cullen, like the rest of them, was big, six foot two in his stockinged feet.
“Uh-huh. About as delicate as a moose. What are you doing out here?”
Cullen shrugged. “Same as you, kid. Checking the stars, stretching my legs, taking a breather. It’s been a long day.”
“A long weekend, you mean. Fun, though.”
“The gathering of the O’Connell clan always is. Fewer fireworks than usual this time, at least.”
Fallon laughed. “Probably out of deference to Cassie. I guess none of us wanted to scare her off. She scored lots of points, being able to tolerate all of us at one clip.”
“Uh-huh. She seems terrific.”
“I agree.”
Brother and sister sipped their wine.
“Amazing,” Cullen said, after a while. “That Keir got married, I mean.”
“It happens,” Fallon said lightly.
“Sure, but not to us.” They both laughed. “It was a great ceremony.”
“Mmm.”
“Those vows they wrote were cool.”
“Mmm,” Fallon said again, and took another sip of wine.
“Touching.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Touching?”
“Yeah. You know, the sentiments they expressed. Isn’t a man permitted to use the word? You thought so, too.”
Fallon blinked. “Were we talking about me?”
Cullen, who’d hours ago discarded his tuxedo jacket and bow tie, opened the top buttons of his shirt.
“You cried a little,” he said softly. “At the end.”
“Me? Cry at a wedding?” Fallon turned toward him and poked a finger into the middle of his chest. “Cullen. My darling little brother—”
“You’re only a year older than I am, kid. Don’t let it go to your head.”
“The point is, I do not cry at weddings. Why would I? When you’ve been a bride nine trillion times—”
“A magazine-cover bride, six times, and don’t look so surprised. Ma keeps count.”
Fallon looked up at him. “Does she?”
“Damned right. And if you want to know the rest, she sends each of us a copy of every magazine that has you on the cover…As if we all didn’t run to the nearest store and buy up all the copies ourselves.”
Pleased beyond reason, Fallon smiled.
“That’s nice.”
“Nice? It’s necessary. How do you think those magazines stay in circulation? If the O’Connells didn’t buy ’em, who would?” He laughed, ducked away from the fist his sister teasingly aimed at his jaw. “But being a bride on a cover doesn’t make you a bride in real life, babe. We both know that.”
Fallon narrowed her eyes. “What’s happening here? You think, now that Keir’s gone down the aisle, we all should?”
Cullen shuddered. “Hell, no!”
“Good. Because I’m not the least bit interested in getting married.”
“Fine with me. I’m just wondering why you were crying.” His voice gentled. “You okay?”
“Of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking. If some guy out there hurt you or something—”
“Oh, Cull,” Fallon said softly. Her lips curved in a smile; she clasped her brother’s forearms, lifted to her toes and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you.”
“Hey, did I or did I not beat up Billy Buchanan for you in fifth grade, when he wrote ‘I Luv Amy’ on that fence instead of ‘I Luv Fallon’ after he’d sworn to be your boyfriend forever?”
Fallon grinned. “Probably because he couldn’t spell Fallon, but yes, you did.”
“Well, any other SOB gives you a bad time, you tell me, okay?”
She stared at Cullen, wondering what he’d say if he knew that she didn’t even date anymore, that one man too many had coveted her as a trophy to be won and ignored her as a woman who wanted to be loved for who she was, not what she was.
“Sis?”
Fallon smiled and looped her arm through his. “Okay.”
They began walking up the hill, toward the turreted stone house illuminated by moonlight.
“It was just that it all seemed so—so right,” she said after a minute, her voice soft and low. “The flowers. The words. The music. The way Keir and Cassie looked at each other. I guess you’re right. It was touching.”
“Sure.”
“Not that I want any of it for myself.”
“Your career,” Cullen said, nodding as if he understood that there was no room in her life for anything else.
Except, how could he understand when she didn’t? After years of hard work, her career was at its peak…and she wasn’t enjoying it half as much as she’d expected.
She’d hit it big at seventeen, just walking along a New York street on a break between finishing high school and starting college. A man had come up to her, shoved his card at her, said, when she jerked back, that he wasn’t a child molester or a lunatic, that he owned a modeling agency and if she wasn’t a fool, she’d come in to talk with him.
Fallon had never been a fool. You didn’t get to be valedictorian of your class or survive a childhood spent moving from place to place by being stupid. She’d checked out the name of the agency, called for an appointment and met with the man who now bore the distinction of having discovered her.
By the time she was eighteen, her face was everywhere. So was she. A week in Spain, another in Paris, long weekends in the Caribbean and on Florida’s
