well. Come with me. Ms. Taggert is in the first room.”
He followed the woman inside and stopped next to the couch; he wouldn’t be around long enough to sit. Jenna, wrapped in a swirl of cream-colored satin and lace, stood on a raised platform in front of a tri-fold mirror.
She looked stunning as always, her makeup perfect, every long blond hair in place. But instead of her trademark sexy smile, a pout marred her beautiful face.
“Are you sure this is the right dress for me, Mac?” She turned around slowly and studied the gown from every angle. “Maybe I should go with the Vera Wang. It has the beadwork I like.”
“It’s your call, Jenna, but this one looks fine to me.”
Jenna tossed her hair back and faced the mirror once again. “Fine? I don’t want a dress that’s just fine.” She sighed. “I’m marrying Dallas’s top trial lawyer. I need to impress. I guess I’ll just have to go through them all again.”
Mac checked his watch and fought a rising impatience. Jenna had given him the impression she had already made her decision and just wanted his approval. She of all people knew how his clients depended on him, how he committed one hundred and ten percent effort toward a win in the courtroom and didn’t have time to waste.
He caught the gaze of the consultant. “Can you give us a minute?”
She nodded and disappeared.
He approached his fiancée, who had always personified confidence but now seemed like some confused stranger. “I got to the number one spot because I’m tenacious about going after doctors and hospitals who are negligent.” He put his hands on her shoulders. “You have great taste. Just pick a dress, then meet me back at the office. We need to build an airtight case against the dirtbag of a doctor who almost cost the Carrolls their daughter’s life.”
“You’re right.” Jenna called for the consultant, who quickly reappeared. “Bring me the other five dresses that I narrowed it down to last week, and can you hurry?”
Jenna kissed his cheek. “You go on, and I’ll be there shortly. Promise.”
Mac made a quick exit, annoyed over the wasted trip and still perplexed by Jenna’s behavior. He had heard that wedding planning could cause stress, but he’d assumed she would handle it with the same confidence and focus she’d shown in her work since her first day of internship four years ago.
Three months earlier, when he’d offered her a partnership with the firm as a reward for such dedication, she’d quickly accepted, then surprised him with an offer of her own. “Why not take the partnership one step further?” she’d boldly suggested.
Both of them were smart, ambitious and competitive. Why not date, see if they were as perfect for each other outside the law firm as well? Where else would he find a woman who wouldn’t resent the long hours he devoted to ensuring doctors, hospitals and insurance companies were held accountable when they screwed up? Separately, he and Jenna could do great things, but together, they’d be unstoppable.
Mac couldn’t find any holes in her theory. Besides, at thirty-eight he was tired of living alone, but too dedicated to his practice to make the time to meet women outside of work.
So, after several dates he’d ascertained they were compatible on many levels, the most important being that she was just as consumed by her career as he was and had no interest in ever having children. He then did the logical thing and proposed marriage.
But he’d never anticipated that she’d have a meltdown.
Surely after the wedding the old Jenna would reappear. Unless…had he jinxed his marriage by seeing his fiancée in her wedding dress before the ceremony?
He shook his head and chuckled at the uncharacteristically whimsical notion. No way. Jenna was the perfect woman for him; she and the high-priced wedding consultant had all the wedding plans under control and would leave nothing to chance. No silly superstition could compete, let alone win out, over logic.
Chapter One
Jessie Taggert reached into her locker at the health club for her swimsuit, eager to hit the whirlpool after an intense workout. The nearly scalding, bubbling water would feel great on her tired muscles.
An unfamiliar jingle erupted from her gym bag. She frowned in confusion as she retrieved her cell phone, then chuckled at the realization that her twin sister must’ve changed the ring again, an ongoing joke. Jenna was a true techie, while Jessie, who admittedly enjoyed the convenience of cell phones and computers, worked on a need-to-know basis. “Hello.”
“Jessie, thank God I caught you.”
Alarms went off in Jessie’s head. Her sister sounded frantic. Jenna didn’t panic easily. “What’s wrong?”
“Everything. Nothing. I mean, I need you to do me a favor.”
Jessie groaned. “Come on, Jenna, it’s my vacation.” She loved her job teaching third grade, but the summers off kept getting shorter every year for both teachers and students. “Can’t you get someone else to do whatever it is?”
“Not this time. I got called out of town. I’ll be back tomorrow morning, but it means I can’t make the final fitting for my wedding dress today. We’re the same size and since we’re identical, no one will know it’s not me.”
“But it’s only been two months since you bought the dress. Why would you even need another fitting?”
“It’s Brennan’s policy. Can you be there at noon?”
Jessie glanced at her watch. “You’re giving me an hour’s notice?”
“Please, Jessie. I really need you to do this for me. My wedding is in seven days. I’d do it for you.”
Jessie couldn’t argue that point. Two sisters couldn’t be more different, but they had always been there for each other. “I thought you were taking this whole week off to do nothing but get ready for the wedding.”
“I was, I mean, I am, but something important came up. You’re a doll for helping me. And one more thing, you absolutely cannot tell Mac or anyone else that I’ve left town.”
“But isn’t your trip business related?” Why else would her career-minded twin go out of town right before her wedding to the attractive but equally ambitious attorney?
“I’ll explain later. Just promise me.”
“Okay, I promise, but—”
“Thanks, sis.”
Jessie didn’t bother to protest, having learned long ago that her sister, older by two minutes, usually got what she wanted. Jenna had always possessed a penchant for intrigue, but a week before her wedding?
Jessie hung up and shoved the phone back into her bag, disappointed that she had to trade a relaxing soak and sauna for a quick shower, but at least it was for something worthwhile.
Since her engagement to Mac McKenna, Jenna had been busier than ever, but she seemed happy. She proudly claimed that Mac had
