upset not to have found her. “Jenny’s here somewhere, Travis. She’s got to be. Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll find her.”
“But this was the only room where the lights were on,” he said.
“That’s true,” Thea said. “But someone also had to turn on the outside lights when we approached.”
“Not necessarily.” Spence said. “The lights could be on a timer. More likely, they’re motion sensitive.”
She cut Spence a look. The thought had occurred to her as well, but to keep Travis under wraps she’d been trying to take a positive outlook on the situation. But maybe more than to reassure Travis, she needed to quiet her own forebodings.
Didn’t she have enough worries after that earth-shaking kiss on the staircase?
“Let’s take another look around. Maybe Jenny left a note or a trail of bread crumbs or something.”
“Yeah, maybe she and Rosemont are getting it—”
“Maybe,” Thea cut him off, “Jenny and Rosemont are off watching a movie in some fantastic entertainment room with a sound system so wonderful that they haven’t heard us troop in.”
“Freaky Pollyanna,” Travis muttered, but the suggestion of something that cool looked like it might occupy his nearly vacant head for a while.
Thea opened the doors to the bridal suite. It was everything Lawrence had promised and more—a fantasy in pinks, reds and ripe purples that would almost certainly mortify the puritanical sensibilities of Reverend Joshua Handy. Thea’s gaze came to rest on a life-sized incandescent marble sculpture of lovers so entwined it looked as if they had come straight out of the pages of the Kama Sutra.
Several smaller versions of couplings and threesomes stood scattered about. Spooky, unseeing marble eyes leered or rolled back in expressions of stone ecstasy.
Beneath the windows was an opulent pink-veined marble bathtub with Jacuzzi jets. Opposite was the largest bed Thea had ever seen. This place was obviously a sex palace.
Thea could not imagine Jenny in this room. It went beyond opulent right straight to decadent, making her feel embarrassed with Spence so near and their kissing so recent. She swallowed hard. “Interesting.”
“Yeah,” Travis agreed. “I can’t believe my prissy-pants big sister would even walk in here, much less sleep in the same room with these dudes.”
“They’re not all dudes,” Spence observed wryly.
Travis opened the mirrored closet door. “But look. Here’s Jenny’s stuff.”
Ignoring the marble orgy, fending off her own growing alarm that Jenny wasn’t right here to show off the castle, Thea went to the walk-in closet. She recognized a few of Jenny’s blouses and sweaters. Centered on the rack, hanging all by itself, was a black silk garment bag. A bit of white lace was visible above the top of the zipper. The bridal gown!
Jenny had described her wedding dress in detail, but Thea hadn’t yet seen this handmade creation with satin, imported lace and real pearls embroidered on the sleeves. Surely, it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick peek.
She unzipped the bag and pulled apart each side to reveal the dress her friend had chosen for her fantasy wedding.
But a terrible gasp tore out of Thea’s throat. In the center of the bodice was the dark red stain of dried blood.
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