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Chapter Five

“Oh, Charlene. If Dane didn’t want someone like you as his wife, why’d he propose to you?” When she didn’t answer, Felicity patted the blue sweater before setting it inside her bag. “I’m going to give this sweater to Sarah-Jane and I’ll bet you a year’s supply of truffles that she’ll think it’s too bright and fancy for her.” Her gaze travelled between Charlene and Meredith. “And we all know she’s going to look fabulous in it. Right?”

“Definitely.” Charlene had helped Felicity select the sweater because the surplice cut would set off her roommate’s curvaceous figure beautifully.

Felicity shrugged. “Maybe you’re just as wrong about Dane as Sarah-Jane is about herself.”

Meredith’s head bobbed in agreement.

“I turned him down,” Charlene reminded. “I know him. I know his pride. He won’t ask again.” When she’d returned from California and started up her boutique in Red Rock, it had been a whole year before Dane had given her so much as the time of day, despite the long-standing friendship between their families.

And it’d been another three months after that before he’d asked her out.

They’d driven to San Antonio. And hadn’t come home for two days.

She hadn’t expected being with him to be so wondrous. But it had been.

Nor had she expected anything serious to develop. But it had. By summer, he’d proposed. And she’d panicked.

“And I don’t want him to ask me again,” she pre-empted before they could question her about it. “Our friends have been families since my mother and his were schoolgirls together. Better to have a romance that went nowhere than a divorce that tears everyone apart. Turning him down was the right thing to do. We never could have made a marriage work. It was better to say no.”

Felicity looked unconvinced. “I can’t get a man to even think of me and marriage in the same sentence. Dane Dalton has wanted to marry you for more ‘n a decade. For a romance going nowhere, that’s a long time. What if it did work between you?”

“I can’t let myself wonder things like that,” Charlene returned, as much for herself as for them. She was already going crazy second-guessing herself.

Unfortunately, the two younger women weren’t so quick to agree. “But what if you’re wrong,” Meredith persisted. Her eyes were practically starry. “What if you and Dane are fated to be together? Felicity’s right. He’s wanted to marry you for all these years! Don’t you think that’s romantic?”

Charlene pinched the bridge of her nose, willing away the pain there. But the headache from her unshed tears was nothing compared to the ache she’d been carrying for months now. She dropped her hand, reaching for another truffle. “Dane’s all about tradition. The only reason he asked me to marry him the first time was so he’d have a clear conscience when he got me into bed with him.” Something that ironically hadn’t occurred until nine months ago. When Charlene had quickly realized that nothing she’d felt with any other man compared to the feelings Dane roused in her.

“Back then, he wanted me barefoot and pregnant and stuck in Red Rock for the rest of my life,” she finished abruptly, trying not to dwell on how badly she still missed him now. “He even joked about it.”

Meredith’s mouth rounded. “Stuck? I love