Three Brides, No Groom

Sometimes love doesn’t turn out the way you plan.

Because sometimes the right man isn’t.

Three women meet at their fifteen-year class reunion...and discover that their lives have taken unexpected directions.

Back in their college days, Gretchen Wise had been engaged to a top law student. Carol Furness, head cheerleader, had said yes to the school’s football hero. And Maddie Cobain was the girl who’d fallen for a professor.

Now the three of them gather around a popular fountain on the college grounds. This fountain was where lovers met, where promises were made…and broken. So it’s fitting that Gretchen, Carol and Maddie sit here to share their stories of betrayal and, yes, revenge. Stories of finding new love...

Sometimes the things you don’t plan are the best!

Praise for

“Essentially a trilogy of loosely linked short stories, this work exudes Macomber’s classic warmth and gentle humor. This collection will appeal to Macomber’s many fans and to anyone who has ever endured the emotional rigors (and terrors) of a school reunion.”

—Library Journal on Three Brides, No Groom

“Macomber is skilled at creating characters who work their way into readers’ hearts.”

—RT Book Reviews on Dakota Home

“I’ve never met a Macomber book I didn’t love!”

—Linda Lael Miller,New York Timesbestselling author

“Popular romance writer Macomber has a gift for evoking the emotions that are at the heart of the genre’s popularity.”

—Publishers Weekly

“One of Macomber’s great strengths is her insight into human behavior–both admirable and ignoble. Her ability to make her points about it without preaching is another.…”

—RT Book Reviews on Susannah’s Garden

“Romance readers everywhere cherish the books of Debbie Macomber.”

—Susan Elizabeth Phillips

“When God created Eve, He must have asked Debbie Macomber for advice, because no one does female characters better than this author.”

—Bookbrowser Reviews on 16 Lighthouse Road

“Macomber’s assured storytelling and affirming narrative are as welcoming as your favorite easy chair.”

—Publishers Weekly on Twenty Wishes

“Debbie Macomber writes characters who are as warm and funny as your best friends.”

—New York Times bestselling author Susan Wiggs

July 2012

Dear Friends,

Although it’s been a lot of years now, I clearly remember my (only!) wedding. It was early September and apparently a very popular day. The Catholic church my family attended had weddings scheduled every hour on the hour from ten that morning until well into the afternoon.

Wayne’s and my wedding was set for noon. However, there must have been some kind of glitch, because the 11:00 a.m. wedding went over the allotted time. Wayne walked into the church—he’d been inside once before and that was for the rehearsal—and saw the bride marrying…someone else. For one wild moment he was afraid he was late and my father had found a substitute groom. Thankfully, Wayne’s best man prevented him from rushing forward and stopping the wedding.

At least I can say that my prince showed up for the wedding. The three brides in my story, however, were more or less abandoned at the altar. For each of them did it turn out to be good luck rather than bad? Was it a twist of fate? Does the adage “What goes around comes around” come into play? What about “Don’t get mad, get even”? Well, my friends, you’re about to discover the answers to those questions….

I hope you enjoy Three Brides, No Groom, which I originally wrote in the mid-1990s. I guess you could call it vintage Macomber.

As always, I love getting your comments and letters. You can reach me via my website at DebbieMacomber.com and leaving a message on my guest page, or by writing me directly at P.O. Box 1458, Port Orchard, WA 98366.

Warmest regards,

Debbie Macomber

Three Brides, No Groom

Debbie Macomber

www.mirabooks.co.uk

In memory of my mother, Connie Adler, who gave me life, love and taught me to laugh, and Marie Macomber, who shared her wisdom and her son.

Contents

Prologue

Gretchen’s Story

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Carol’s Story

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Maddie’s Story

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Epilogue

Prologue

The fountain located in the center of Queen Anne University in Seattle was thought to be the very heart of the private college. It was here, in the dead of night, where young lovers with pounding eager hearts rendezvoused. It was here that words of love were whispered between urgent kisses, where promises were made and, sadly, promises were broken. Its shadow had entertained laughter and joy, sorrow and tears.

The fountain had borne witness to it all.

It was to this fountain that three women came that summer afternoon, each arriving from a different direction, each burdened with memories from fifteen years past.

The first to arrive was Gretchen Wise. Miss Popularity, the class president, beautiful and smart, too. Unfortunately not smart enough to recognize the kind of man Roger Lockheart was before she accepted his engagement ring.

The second was Carol Furness, the head cheerleader, filled with energy, enthusiasm, joy and purpose. She’d built her future around a football hero, only to learn Eddie Shapiro was anything but.

And lastly Maddie Coolidge, the class “bad girl,” who’d played a tricky game of looking for love and, like so many before her, searched in all the wrong places. Who would have believed that math professor John Theda would steal far more than her heart?

The fountain welcomed them all.

* * *

Gretchen Wise walked slowly toward the old cement fountain and smiled as the memories swirled around her the way water rushed around a rock in a swift stream.

She could almost hear the echo of laughter from those long-ago years. How happy she’d been back then: young, carefree, excited and so very much in love—with the wrong man. Fifteen years earlier she’d barely been able to appreciate her own graduation, not with her head full of wedding plans and Roger.

Roger Lockheart, the love of her life. The man of her dreams.

The rat.

She thought about him now and again, fleetingly and with a twinge of sadness. Sometimes she entertained thoughts of all the might-have-beens. Only natural, she concluded.

How handsome her old college sweetheart had been, how confident, his future on a fast track to success. He’d been scheduled to take his bar exam two weeks before their society wedding, and had been guaranteed a position in his father’s high-powered law firm.

The day Roger had presented her with an engagement ring had been one of the happiest in her young life, the day she’d removed it from her finger one of the saddest.

Many an afternoon had been spent soaking up the sunshine at the beautiful old fountain. Students had cooled off in the cold spray or splashed barefoot in the ankle-deep water. The fountain was as old as the university itself. Every brochure the college had produced in its distinguished one-hundred-year history had pictured students gathered around the fountain socializing and studying.

Sitting on the cold concrete rim now, Gretchen swung her gaze to the nearby law school. The two-story redbrick building with the wide flight of stairs leading up to the double doors remained much the same. The ivy had been clipped back, and the lawn on the side of the building had been replaced with a concrete patio.

She had spent many an idle afternoon sitting in this very spot, anticipating Roger’s arrival, never guessing where he’d actually been.

It had been a warm afternoon like this one when she’d first talked to Josh Morrow. Heedless of rules, Josh had ridden his Harley-Davidson motorcycle down the narrow pathway and attempted to pick her up. The man lacked nothing if not audacity. It was one of the rare times she’d seen him without some blond bimbo sitting behind him, clinging to his waist. More often than not it had been Didi Wilson. When Roger had seen Josh flirting with Gretchen, he’d been livid. As if she’d ever given Roger reason to be jealous! Maybe she should have.

Gretchen nearly laughed out loud at the memory. Josh Morrow had enjoyed life on the edge. He drank, swore and gambled on a conservative college campus that frowned upon all three. He was said to live on beer and cigarettes. He challenged every teacher unfortunate enough to have him in class, fought the establishment and generally raised cain. Josh had grabbed life by the throat and courted danger, and he’d fascinated her.

* * *

Everything was different, and yet nothing had changed. Carol Furness strolled across the lush green grass toward the fountain. Oh, my, had it really been fifteen years? It didn’t seem possible, and in many ways it felt like yesterday.

Carol had been the envy of every girl in class. Shortly after Christmas her senior year, she’d become engaged to Eddie Shapiro. Eddie was now a football legend at Queen Anne. A legend in Carol’s mind, too, but for other reasons. Their romance was a classic: the football hero and the head cheerleader. Fifteen years ago she had been athletic, bright and talented. She liked to believe she still was.

No thanks to Eddie. The worm.

And yet she had much to thank Eddie for. If he hadn’t dumped her, she might never have gotten to know Clark Rusbach. The class brain, a wizard with computers, a genius. Clark was technically too cute to be classified as a geek, although Eddie had often referred to him as one. In retrospect it was easy to recognize that Eddie had been jealous of Clark.

Clark knew a lot about computers, but next to nothing about women. Carol had admired him from afar, had gone out of her way to be friendly in the few classes they’d shared, and tried to tell him, without upsetting Eddie, that she admired him.

The dividends of her kindness had been rich indeed, if only she’d been smart enough to recognize what she’d had.

* * *

Maddie Coolidge wondered if anyone would recognize her as she sauntered across the campus in the direction of the fountain. She’d changed. The outlandish attention-seeking bad girl of her youth was no more. The girl she’d been had died a painful death, the victim of a costly, but worthwhile, lesson.

With the fountain in sight, her steps slowed. It had been at this fountain fifteen years earlier that she’d last seen John Theda.

The cheat.

A number of other choice descriptions filled her mind, but she pushed them aside, refusing to dwell on her former mathematics professor. He’d courted her, wooed her with words and deeds—all on the sly, of course, lest word escape that he’d fallen for a student. John had pledged his love and asked her to be his wife. She had accepted, her joy exploding. What fun it had been to pretend with him, to act as if there was nothing romantic between them.

While she might have fooled everyone else, Brent Holliday had known. Who or what had allowed her secret to escape, Maddie never learned. The preacher’s son seemed to think a few well-chosen words would set her on the straight and narrow path, but he had been wrong. But then, she’d had a few difficult lessons to learn in those days. Lessons that hadn’t come easy.

* * *

“Gretchen?”

At the sound of her name, Gretchen turned and was greeted by a familiar face. Someone from her graduating class. She struggled to dredge up a name to go with the face.

“It’s Carol. Carol Furness.”

“Carol.” Gretchen couldn’t believe she’d stumble on a sorority sister here at the fountain an hour before the formal reunion festivities were scheduled to start. They hugged each other fiercely.

“I wondered if that was you,” Carol said, sitting down next to Gretchen on the edge of the fountain.

“Have I changed so much?” Gretchen asked. “Lie, if you have to.”

Carol responded with a good-natured laugh, her blue eyes twinkling. “Not at all. You look the same as you did the day we graduated. I would have known you anywhere. The years have been good to you.”

“Ditto for you, Carol.” Gretchen smiled. “I couldn’t resist coming down and walking around the campus.”

“Me either,” Carol admitted as she scanned the grounds. “I haven’t been back in all these years.”

“Nor have I.” But Gretchen doubted that the reasons for her absence were the same as her old sorority sister’s.

“Are you attending the dinner and the dance later?”

The day of the reunion was here, and Gretchen had yet to make up her mind. “The dinner definitely, but I don’t know if I can drag my husband to the dance.”

“The same with me,” Carol said. “My husband’s a wonderful dancer, but he refuses to believe it.”

“Gretchen? Carol?” The voice belonged to a tall striking auburn-haired woman approaching from the left.

Gretchen hadn’t a clue who it was, and she looked at Carol for help. Carol just shook her head.

The redhead grinned. “Not more than two minutes ago I wondered if anyone would recognize me. I’ve changed, I know. It’s me, Maddie Coolidge.”

“Maddie?” Gretchen couldn’t believe it. The Maddie Coolidge she remembered was nothing like the well-groomed woman who stood before her now. Maddie had been outlandish in appearance, as well as in word and deed. Stubborn and defiant, a nonconformist. Yet beneath all the bravado Maddie had a heart of gold.

Gretchen recalled that Maddie had struck up a close “friendship” with John Theda, a math professor. It was supposed to have been a secret, but everyone knew the two were secretly engaged. The romance had caused quite a stir about campus, but then “controversy” was Maddie’s middle name.

“You look wonderful,” Carol said, standing up and hugging Maddie. Gretchen did likewise, and then all three sat down, with Gretchen in the middle.

“I’m pleased someone else thought to stop off at the fountain,” Maddie said.

“It brings back memories, doesn’t it?” Carol murmured thoughtfully.

The three were silent for several moments. Caught up in the wonder of years past, Gretchen suspected.

“I was hoping to get a chance to talk to you, Carol,” Maddie said excitedly. “I bet you’ve had a fabulous fifteen years. I don’t pay much attention to professional sports, but whenever I hear anything about football, I keep my ear open for news of Eddie.”

“Eddie Shapiro?” Carol asked on a disdainful note. “The guy’s a worm.”

Maddie looked shocked. “You were engaged to him, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, but he dropped me like a hot potato once he was picked up by the pros.” Carol folded her arms and crossed her legs. Her foot swayed so hard she created a draft. “Let’s change the subject, shall we?”

“Of course,” Maddie said apologetically.

A short awkward silence followed while Gretchen absorbed the information. Like Maddie, she’d assumed Carol and Eddie had married. “What about you, Maddie? Being a professor’s wife certainly appears to agree with you.”

Instant hot color blazed in Maddie’s cheeks, and her eyes snapped with fire. “I never married John Theda. The man’s a cheat.”

“Weren’t you two engaged?”

“Oh, yes, until John got what he wanted, and it’s not what you think. I suspect it was one of the shortest engagements on record.”

“What about you, Gretchen?” Carol asked, quickly changing the subject once again. “How many children do you and Roger have?”

“Roger Lockheart?” Gretchen said. “I haven’t seen that rat in years.”

Gretchen watched as her two college friends exchanged glances. It seemed they were as shocked by her news as she was by theirs.

“Well, it appears we have a lot more to discuss than we realized,” Gretchen said. And to think she’d worried herself sick about this silly reunion. She leaned back on her hands and smiled softly. “If I’m hearing you correctly, you were both engaged and then dumped.”

They nodded.

“Me too,” Gretchen confessed. “So there we were—three brides and no groom. Who would’ve believed it?”

“I can’t believe you didn’t marry Roger,” Maddie whispered, apparently having trouble taking it all in. “He was always so…so perfect.”

“I used to think he was wonderful,” Carol added.

“At one time I thought so, too,” Gretchen admitted.

“What happened?” Carol asked. “From what I remember, you and Roger were less than a month away from your wedding.”

“Yup.”

“If you tell your story, I’ll tell you what happened with John,” Maddie promised. “I’d like you to know.”

Carol grinned. “And I’ll spill my guts about Eddie Shapiro.”

Gretchen laughed. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Carol said.

“I do—” Maddie smoothed her hand down her skirt “—and you’ll get the whole story from me. It’s time someone knew exactly what kind of person John really is.” She glanced at Gretchen. “You go first, then Carol and then me. I can’t think of a better way to spend the afternoon.”

Gretchen’s Story

Chapter 1

This was supposed to be one of the happiest days of Gretchen’s life. The day was memorable, all right, but it would be forever marked as a day of pain and betrayal. Emotion clawed at her throat, and she battled tears. She wanted her mother, but her parents had already left the campus. They’d driven up to Seattle from San Francisco to attend her college graduation and were taking a few extra days to visit Victoria, British Columbia, before returning home and making the final arrangements for her wedding to Roger, and she didn’t want to bother them on their brief vacation.

Except Gretchen was beginning to doubt that there would be a wedding.

She stood at the far end of the sweeping veranda of her sorority house, out of view of her friends. Most were excitedly loading up their cars with another year’s accumulation of treasures. She could hear their tearful farewells, their promises to keep in touch.

Promises.

She held her stomach and raised her chin in an effort to forestall the brewing emotion. Her long blond hair cascaded down the middle of her back. Roger loved her hair long, enjoyed playing with it, brushing it, burying his face in it.

“Sweetpea?” The sound of Roger’s contrite voice came from behind her.

She’d always hated his pet name for her, but no amount of protest could persuade him to come up with another.

Standing directly behind her, he cupped her shoulders and nuzzled her neck. “Let’s talk about this, all right?”

“Talk?” Gretchen asked with a short abrupt laugh. As far as she was concerned they had nothing to discuss.

“You’ve got to know Didi doesn’t mean anything to me.” Now his hands were in her hair, lifting the thick tresses to his face. He wove his fingers into it and brushed his lips across her crown.

Gretchen’s eyes slammed shut at the sharp pain.

“It was stupid,” Roger continued. “I want to throw up every time I think about how incredibly stupid I was. My only excuse is that I was drunk.”

“You cheated on me with another woman, and I’m supposed to forget it ever happened because you were drunk?”

His hands returned to her shoulders and squeezed. “Didi’s always had the hots for me. You said so yourself, remember? I…I wasn’t thinking straight. I was with the guys, celebrating, drinking, and the next thing I knew, Didi was coming on to me. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. Ask anyone. She was all over me and…you know how those fraternity parties can get.”

Gretchen’s stomach clenched. “Don’t tell me any more. I don’t want to hear it.”

“But I have to tell you. I need to. This is going to stand between us unless you know it all. You’ve got to believe me, Gretchen, I’m as sick about what happened as you are.”

She said nothing, too numb to argue.

“Didi knows we’re engaged, but that didn’t stop her. I told her again and again that it was you I loved, but she wouldn’t listen. The next thing I knew she’d stuck her hands inside my clothes.”

“In front of everyone?” Gretchen cried in disbelief.

He hesitated, and when he spoke, his voice was barely audible. “We…we were in a closet.”

“A closet?” Gretchen nearly choked on the word.

“She was feeling me up, and, Sweetpea, I’m so very sorry, but I’m only human. I was…excited, and then she had her mouth on me and was saying things like she bet my uptown girl never did anything like this for me and—”

“I don’t want to hear any more,” Gretchen said again, more forcefully this time.

“But it’s true,” Roger whispered. “You insisted on waiting until we were married to make love, and I’ve respected your wishes. But I don’t think you appreciate what sexual frustration can do to a guy.”

“In other words this is all my fault.”

“No, no. If anyone’s to blame, it’s Didi. When I woke up this morning, I was sick to my stomach, knowing what I’d done. I couldn’t be sorrier. Say you’ll forgive me. I’m begging you, Sweetpea. We can’t let someone like Didi come between us. If you do something foolish, you’ll be doing exactly what she wants. The only reason she came on to me was to hurt you.”

“And you let her.”

He paused. “Let’s put this behind us, all right? Mom’s looking forward to you spending the next few days with her. All she can talk about is the wedding plans, and that’s exactly what you need to help take your mind off my unfortunate slip.”

So that was how he thought of infidelity, as an unfortunate slip.

“What do you say, Sweetpea?”

She pressed her fingertips to her temple. “I need time to think.”

“What’s there to think about? I told you everything. This isn’t easy for me, you know. I just bet Didi took delight in letting you know what happened. She’s just being nasty, looking to ruin both our lives. You’re not going to let her, are you?” The soft pleading quality was back, the desperation to make matters right, as if that were possible now.

“What did you expect would happen when you went into a closet with Didi Wilson?” she demanded, whirling to face him.

His bloodshot eyes revealed his shock at being confronted. “I…I was drunk.”

“Not too drunk apparently.” If he expected her to sweep his indiscretion under the proverbial carpet, she couldn’t do it, wouldn’t do it. Not without giving the matter a great deal of thought.

“The wedding’s less than a month away,” he protested.

He didn’t need to tell her the date of her own wedding. “Are you saying it’s too late to change our plans?”

“You wouldn’t! Baby, please, don’t do anything stupid.”

“Like you did?”

He let her words soak in before saying, “Two stupid acts don’t make a right.”

It amazed Gretchen how desperately she wanted to forget what Didi had taken such pleasure in telling her. The other woman’s timing didn’t escape Gretchen’s notice, either. While she’d been escorting her parents around Seattle’s tourist attractions, her fiancé had been doing who knew what with another woman.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, Didi had hit her with the ugly details shortly after the graduation ceremony. Instead of getting to enjoy the sense of exhilaration and accomplishment she’d felt on receiving her diploma, Gretchen had seen her world fall apart when Didi cornered her on the front steps of the sorority house shortly after her parents had left for Canada and delivered her news.

“Mom’s waiting,” Roger pressed now, breaking into her thoughts.

“Then she’ll just have to wait. I told you, I need time to sort everything out.” Gretchen knew that his mother was not the patient sort. Stella Lockheart was a forceful woman who generally got what she wanted. Both Roger and his father catered to her wishes rather than risk dealing with one of her explosive outbursts.

Gretchen could tell by the way Roger’s breathing altered that he wasn’t pleased with her decision. He’d been calm and in control, at his persuasive best. Now he was impatient and frustrated. Fine, so be it. She wasn’t going to let him pressure her, nor would she be rushed because he was afraid of a confrontation with his mother. This was her life, and she was determined to take a long hard look before making a decision about the future.

“OK, if that’s what you want,” Roger said shortly. “I’ll tell Mom to go on ahead without you.”

She nodded.

He lingered a moment longer, his gaze boring into hers. “There isn’t any reason to tell Mom about what happened, is there?”

Gretchen almost felt sorry for him. “Why would I want to humiliate myself even further?” she asked.

He was visibly relieved as he turned and hurried toward the parking lot. As Gretchen watched him go, the knot in the pit of her stomach tightened. Needing to do something, anything other than stand there on the veranda, she moved down the steps and began walking. She soon found herself by the fountain, and with a heavy heart, she lowered herself onto the concrete rim. The urge to bury her face in her hands and weep was nearly overwhelming, but she had too much pride to publicly display her pain.

Most of the activity around the school had stopped. Graduation was over, and the majority of students had already left the campus. She was grateful for the quiet, a rarity at the university. She needed to mull over what she’d learned, to assimilate what Didi had told her, followed by Roger’s weak justifications.

Every time she tried to make sense of the cold ugly facts of his infidelity, distance herself from them, she stumbled over the pain.

Again and again, Roger had told her how much he loved her, how she would be the perfect wife for him. His insistence caused her to wonder if he was mouthing his mother’s sentiments, not his own. A man who truly loved her wouldn’t step into a closet with Didi Wilson. But at the same time, Roger was full of regret. Despite her own pain, she could sense his. He was genuinely sorry. She wanted, needed, to believe that.

One thing he’d said rang true. Didi had never made a secret of how attractive she found Roger. Nor had she bothered to disguise her dislike for Gretchen. It was probably that dislike that had prompted Didi to confront her.

Didi’s neck had been covered with hickeys so livid that no amount of makeup could fully hide them. She’d boldly walked up to Gretchen, looked her in the eyes, smiled and then casually asked her if she knew what Roger had been doing the night before. At Gretchen’s stunned silence, Didi had crudely asked Gretchen if she thought she was woman enough to satisfy Roger’s healthy sexual appetite. The question insinuated that she wasn’t and never would be.

The roar of an engine shattered the peace. Gretchen glanced up to see Josh Morrow speed across the campus parking lot on his Harley, a plume of dark exhaust in his wake. He’d been cited by campus security a dozen times, she’d heard, for driving above the speed limit, but it hadn’t fazed him.

Josh was a loner, a known troublemaker, a rebel. She’d spoken to him once months earlier, and Roger had been furious with her. In the weeks since, she’d avoided Josh, but that hadn’t stopped her from noticing him. He stood apart from everyone, watching, studying. The outsider, looking in. He hadn’t sought her out again, and she was grateful. She supposed it was natural to feel a certain attraction toward Josh. She suspected a lot of the women at Queen Anne did. Maybe it was the black leather and the motorcycle, the sense that the love of a good woman would tame him.

Now her gaze must have lingered on him a second longer than was prudent, for he eased his huge bike to a stop, placed his feet on the road to maintain his balance and stared at her. After what seemed an eternity, he revved the engine, then roared over the cement curb and onto the narrow walkway, directly toward her.

Gretchen stood, her heart in her throat. The last thing she wanted was company.

He pulled to a stop right in front of her. Lifting the helmet from his head, he studied her for a moment and then asked with surprising gentleness, “Gretchen, what happened?”

She stiffened, shocked that he had read her so easily. “Nothing.”

His smile was decidedly off center. “You should never lie, not when you do such a poor job of it.”

She lowered her gaze and rubbed her palms together. “It’s something I’d rather not discuss.”

He stepped off the Harley and lowered the kickstand. “Fair enough.”

His size was intimidating. He was at least six-two, maybe even six-three, almost dwarfing her five foot eight. She crossed her arms over her chest, wondering at his intentions. As if he didn’t have a care in the world, he leaned over the fountain, scooped up a handful of water and drenched his face.

He glanced toward her and chuckled, the sound low and teasing. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite.”

“I’m not worried,” she lied.

His soft snicker told her she hadn’t convinced him. “I don’t sacrifice virgins, either.”

“I suggest you don’t start now. I’d crawl off the altar.”

He laughed, but this time the sound was rich and deep. Ignoring her, he turned his face toward the sky, and his features glistened as the water dripped from his face. “Where’s lover boy this afternoon?” he asked.

His question caught her off guard. From his tone, it was clear that Josh knew about Roger and Didi. How many others did? Her face filled with a rush of hot embarrassed color.

“Who told you?” she asked, her voice low and trembling despite her effort to remain cool and calm. Between Didi and Roger’s so-called friends, the news must be everywhere by now.