The First Man You Meet (2 page)

‘‘S
HELLY, THAT
doesn’t mean
you’re
going to marry the next man you meet,’’ Jill stated calmly, far too calmly to suit Shelly.

Perhaps Jill didn’t recognize a crisis when she heard about one. They were talking about destiny here. Predestination. Fate. Okay, maybe, just maybe, she was being a bit melodramatic, but after the ghastly day she’d had, who could blame her?

‘‘Aunt Milly came right out and said I’m going to get married soon,’’ Shelly explained. ‘‘The family legend says that the first man you meet when you get the dress is the man you’ll marry.’’

‘‘It’s just coincidence,’’ Jill reassured her. ‘‘Your aunt probably would have met her husband
without
the dress. It would’ve happened anyway. And don’t forget, she’s an old woman now,’’ Jill continued soothingly. ‘‘I know this wonderful old lady who comes into the pharmacy every few weeks and she always insists
I’m
going to get married soon. I smile and nod and fill her prescription. She means well, and I’m sure your aunt Milly does, too. She just wants you to be happy, the way she was. But I think it’s a mistake for you to take any of this prediction nonsense seriously.’’

Shelly exhaled sharply. Jill was right; Aunt Milly was a sweetheart, who had Shelly’s happiness at heart. She’d had a long, blissful marriage herself and wanted the same for her great-niece. But Shelly had a career. She had plans
and goals, none of which included meeting and marrying a stranger.

The story of Aunt Milly’s wedding dress had been handed down from one generation to the next. Shelly had first heard it as a child and had loved it. In her young romantic heart, she’d ranked the story of her aunt Milly and uncle John with her favorite fairy tales of Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty, barely able to distinguish truth from fantasy. However, she was an adult now. Her heart and her life weren’t going to be ruled by something as whimsical as a ‘‘magical’’ wedding dress or a fanciful legend.

‘‘You’re absolutely right,’’ Shelly announced emphatically. ‘‘This whole thing is ridiculous. Just because this wedding dress supposedly conjured up a husband for my aunt Milly fifty years ago doesn’t mean it’s going to do the same thing for me, no matter what she claims.’’

‘‘Well, thank goodness you’re finally being sensible about this.’’

‘‘No one bothered to ask me what I thought before shipping off a so-called magic wedding gown. I don’t want to marry just yet, so I certainly don’t need the dress. It was a nice gesture, but unnecessary.’’

‘‘Exactly,’’ Jill agreed.

‘‘I’m not interested in playing déjà voodoo.’’ She paused to laugh at her own joke.

Jill chuckled, too. ‘‘I wouldn’t be, either.’’

Shelly felt greatly relieved and sighed expressively. The tight muscles along the back of her neck began to relax. Jill was, as usual, full of sound, practical advice. Aunt Milly was a wonderful old lady, and the legend was a delightful bit of family lore, but it would be laughable to take any of this seriously.

‘‘How about meeting me for lunch tomorrow?’’ Jill suggested. ‘‘It’s been ages since we got together.’’

‘‘That sounds good to me,’’ Shelly said eagerly. Al
though they’d been good friends since college, it took some effort on both their parts these days to make time in their hectic lives to see each other. ‘‘When and where?’’

‘‘How about the mall?’’ Jill asked. ‘‘That would be easiest for me since I’m scheduled to work tomorrow. I can get off a few minutes before twelve.’’

‘‘Great. I’ll see you at noon at Patrick’s,’’ Shelly promised. Meeting her friend for lunch was just the antidote she needed after the terrible day she’d suffered through. But then what did she expect on Friday, April thirteenth?

S
HELLY OVERSLEPT
, then got caught in a traffic jam on her way to meet Jill the following morning. She detested being late, although she often was. Rather than fight for a convenient parking spot in the vast lot that surrounded the mall, she took the first available space and rushed toward the nearest entrance. Patrick’s, a cozy, charming restaurant on the mall’s upper level, was deservedly popular for business lunches. Shelly had eaten there often and especially enjoyed the spinach-and-shrimp salad.

A glance at her watch told her it was already after twelve, and not wanting to keep Jill waiting, she hurried toward the escalator. The shopping center was especially busy on weekends, she noted, as she weaved her way around several people.

Her mind must have been on the salad she intended to order for lunch instead of the escalator because the moment she placed her foot on the first tread, she lost her balance.

‘‘Oh…oh!’’ Swinging her arms out at both sides in a futile effort to remain upright, she groped at thin air. She tried frantically to catch herself as she fell backward.

Landing in someone’s arms shocked her as much as having lost her balance. Incredulous, she twisted around to thank her rescuer but this proved to be a mistake. Her
action caught the man off guard, and before he could prevent it, they both went crashing to the floor. Once again Shelly expected to experience pain. Instead, her waist was surrounded by arms that were surprisingly strong. His grip was firm but gentle, protective. As they fell, he maneuvered himself to take the brunt of the impact when they landed. Sprawled as she was above him, Shelly found herself staring down at the most attractive man she’d ever seen. Her heart thrummed. Her breath caught. Her body froze.

For a moment neither of them spoke. A crowd had gathered around them before Shelly managed to speak. When she did, her voice was weak and breathless. ‘‘Are you all right? I’m so sorry…’’

‘‘I’m fine. What about you?’’

‘‘Fine. I think.’’

She lay cushioned by his solid chest, their faces scant inches apart. Shelly’s long hair fell forward, framing his face. He smelled of mint and some clean-scented soap. Her gaze wandered curiously over his features; at such close range she could see the tiny lines that fanned out from the edges of his sapphire-blue eyes as well as deep grooves that bracketed his mouth. His nose was classically straight, his mouth full and sensuous. At least his lower lip was. It didn’t take her long to recognize that this man was uncompromisingly male. His eyes held hers reluctantly, as if he, too, was caught in the same powerful trance.

Neither of them moved, and although Shelly was convinced the breathless sensation she felt was a result of the fall, she couldn’t seem to breathe properly even now.

‘‘Miss, are you hurt?’’

Reluctantly Shelly glanced up to find a security guard standing over her.

‘‘Um…I don’t think so.’’

‘‘Sir?’’

‘‘I’m fine.’’

The arms that were holding hers securely loosened.

‘‘If we could have you both sit over here for a moment,’’ the guard instructed, pointing at a bench. ‘‘We have an ambulance on the way.’’

‘‘An ambulance? But I told you I’m not hurt,’’ she objected.

The guard gently helped Shelly to her feet. Her legs were shaky and her breathing a bit uncertain, but otherwise she was unhurt.

‘‘Officer, there’s really no need—’’ the man who’d fallen with her protested.

‘‘Mall policy,’’ the guard interrupted. He hooked his thumbs into the wide leather belt and rocked gently back on his feet. ‘‘It’s standard procedure to have all accident victims checked immediately.’’

‘‘If you’re worried about a lawsuit—’’

‘‘I don’t make the rules,’’ the guard interrupted her rescuer once again. ‘‘I just see that they’re carried out. Now, if you’d both sit over here, the medical team will be here in a couple of minutes.’’

‘‘I don’t have time to wait,’’ Shelly cried. ‘‘I’m meeting someone.’’ She glanced longingly at the upper level, wondering how she could get word of her delay to Jill. It didn’t reassure her to notice the number of people clustered by the railing, staring down at her. Her little escapade had attracted quite a bit of attention.

‘‘I’ve got an appointment, as well,’’ the man said, looking pointedly at his watch.

The security guard ignored their protests. He removed a small notebook from his shirt pocket and flipped it open. ‘‘Your names, please.’’

‘‘Shelly Hansen.’’

‘‘Mark Brady.’’

He wrote down the information and a brief account of how they happened to fall.

‘‘I won’t have to go to the hospital, will I?’’ Shelly demanded.

‘‘That depends,’’ the guard answered.

This whole thing was ridiculous. She was perfectly fine. A little shaken, true, but uninjured. She suddenly realized that she hadn’t thanked this man—Mark, was it?

‘‘I’m terribly sorry about all this,’’ she offered. ‘‘I can’t thank you enough for catching me.’’

‘‘In the future, you might be more careful.’’ Mark glanced at his watch a second time.

‘‘I will be. But if it ever happens again, might I suggest you just let me fall?’’ This delay was inconvenient for her, too, but that wasn’t any reason to be quick-tempered. She studied her rescuer and shook her head slightly, wondering why she’d been so impressed. He looked as if he’d stepped off the Planet Square. Dark blue suit and tie, crisp white shirt with gold cufflinks. This guy was as original as cooked oatmeal. About as personable, too.

If she was giving him the once-over, she discovered he was eyeing her, too. Apparently he was equally unimpressed. Her sweatshirt was a fluorescent orange and her jeans as tight as a second skin. Her ankle-high boots were black, her socks the same shade of orange as the sweatshirt. Her hair cascaded about her shoulders in a layer of dark frothy curls. Mark was frowning in obvious disapproval.

The wide glass doors at the mall entrance opened, and two paramedics hurried inside. Seconds later, when the ambulance arrived, two more medical people entered the building. Shelly was mortified that such a minor accident would result in all this attention.

The first paramedic knelt down in front of her while the second concentrated on Mark. Before she completely un
derstood what was happening, her shoe was off and the man was examining her ankle. Mark, too, was being examined, a stethoscope pressed over his heart. He didn’t seem to appreciate the procedures any more than she did.

It wasn’t until he stood up that she realized how tall he was. Close to six-five, she guessed. A good match for her own five feet ten inches, she thought automatically.

It hit her then. Bull’s-eye. Aunt Milly’s letter had mentioned her standing beside a tall young man. Mark Brady was tall. Very tall. Taller than just about any man she’d ever met.

Aunt Milly’s letter had also said something about Shelly’s blue eyes. She’d ignored it at the time, but her eyes weren’t blue. They were hazel. Mark had blue eyes, though. The kind of vivid blue eyes women generally found striking… Nor could she forget her initial reaction to him. She’d been attracted. Highly attracted. It’d been a long while since a man had interested her this much. Until he stood, anyway. When she got one good look at him, she’d known immediately that they had nothing in common. Mark Brady probably didn’t own a single article of clothing that wasn’t blue, black or tan. Clearly the man had no imagination.

On a sudden thought, she glanced worriedly toward his left hand. No wedding ring. Closing her eyes, she sagged against the back of the bench and groaned.

‘‘Miss?’’ The paramedic was studying her closely.

‘‘Excuse me,’’ she said, straightening. She jerked impatiently on Mark’s suit jacket. He was involved in a conversation with the ambulance attendant who was interviewing him and didn’t turn around.

‘‘Excuse me,’’ she said again, louder this time.

‘‘Yes?’’ Mark turned to face her, his gaze impatient.

Now that she had his attention, she wasn’t sure she
should continue. ‘‘This may sound like a silly question, but, uh…are you married?’’

He frowned again. ‘‘No.’’

‘‘Oh, no,’’ Shelly moaned and slumped forward. ‘‘I was afraid of that.’’

‘‘I beg your pardon.’’

‘‘Surely you’ve got a girlfriend—I mean, you’re a tall, handsome kind of guy. There’s got to be someone important in your life. Anyone? Please, just think. Surely there’s someone?’’ She knew she was beginning to sound desperate, but she couldn’t help it. Aunt Milly’s letter was echoing in her mind and all of last night’s logic had disappeared.

The four paramedics, as well as Mark, were staring at her. ‘‘Are you sure you don’t want to come to the hospital and talk to a doctor?’’ one of them asked gently.

Shelly nodded. ‘‘I’m sure.’’ Then before she could stop herself, she blurted out, ‘‘What do you do for a living?’’

‘‘I’m a CPA,’’ he answered wearily.

‘‘An accountant,’’ she muttered. She should have guessed. He was obviously as staid and dignified as he looked. And as boring. The type of man who’d probably never even heard of videos for entertaining bored house cats. He probably wouldn’t be interested in purchasing one, either.

Surely her aunt Milly couldn’t have seen Mark and Shelly together in her dream. Not Mark Brady. The two of them were completely ill-suited. A relationship between them wouldn’t last five minutes! Abruptly she reminded herself that she wasn’t supposed to be taking Aunt Milly’s prediction seriously.

‘‘May I go?’’ she asked the paramedic. ‘‘I’m not even bruised.’’

‘‘Yes, but you’ll need to sign here.’’

Shelly did so without bothering to read the statement.
Mark, however, seemed to scrutinize every sentence. He would, of course.

‘‘Uh, Mark…’’ Shelly hesitated, and Mark glanced in her direction.

‘‘Thank you,’’ she said simply.

‘‘You’re welcome.’’

Still she delayed leaving.

‘‘You wanted something else?’’

She didn’t know quite how to say this, but she felt the need too strongly to ignore it. ‘‘Don’t take offense at this—I’m sure you’re a really great guy…. I just want you to know I’m not interested in marriage right now.’’

J
ILL WAS SEATED
at the table, doodling on the paper place mat, when Shelly arrived. ‘‘What kept you?’’ she asked. ‘‘I’ve been here for almost half an hour.’’

‘‘I—I fell off the escalator.’’

Jill’s eyes widened in alarm. ‘‘My goodness, are you all right?’’

Shelly nodded a bit sheepishly. ‘‘I’m fine…I think.’’

‘‘Shouldn’t you see a doctor?’’

‘‘I already have,’’ she explained, avoiding eye contact with her friend. ‘‘Well, sort of. The security guard called in the paramedics. A whole bunch of them.’’

‘‘No wonder you’re late.’’

‘‘I would have been, anyway,’’ Shelly admitted as she reached for a menu, though she’d decided an hour earlier what she intended to order.

‘‘This has really got you flustered, hasn’t it?’’

‘‘It’s more than the fall that’s unsettled me,’’ Shelly explained, lowering the menu. ‘‘It’s the man who caught me.’’

Jill arched her eyebrows jokingly. ‘‘Aha! I should have guessed there was a man involved.’’

‘‘You might try to understand how I felt,’’ Shelly said reproachfully. ‘‘Especially since I haven’t recovered from receiving Aunt Milly’s wedding dress yet.’’

‘‘Don’t tell me you’re still worried about that first-man-you-meet nonsense.’’

‘‘Of course not. That would be ridiculous. It’s just…it’s
just I can’t help feeling there might be something to that silly wedding dress.’’

‘‘Then mail it back.’’

‘‘I can’t,’’ Shelly said, slapping the menu down on the table. ‘‘Aunt Milly warned me not to—though not exactly in those words, mind you. She said I shouldn’t ignore the dress. I mean, how can I? It’s like an albatross hanging around my neck.’’

‘‘I still think you’re overreacting to this whole thing.’’

‘‘That’s the crazy part. I
know
I am, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I grew up hearing the legend of that wedding dress, and now it’s in my possession. I’ve got a piece of family history hanging in the back of my closet. Heaven forbid if my mother should hear about this.’’ She shuddered at that thought.

‘‘So you hung the dress in your closet.’’

‘‘I couldn’t very well keep it under my bed. I tried that, but I couldn’t sleep, so I finally got up and stuck it in the back of the closet.’’ She closed the menu and set it aside. ‘‘That bothered me, too. I tossed and turned half the night, then I remembered Aunt Milly had done the same thing when the seamstress gave her the dress.’’

‘‘She stuck it under her bed?’’

Shelly nodded slowly. ‘‘I seem to remember hearing something like that. She’d tried to refuse it, but the old woman insisted Aunt Milly take the gown home with her. By the time she arrived at her apartment she’d already met my uncle John although she still didn’t know she was going to marry him.’’

Jill raised a skeptical eyebrow. ‘‘Then what? After she put it under her bed and couldn’t sleep, I mean?’’

‘‘Well, she did the same thing I did,’’ Shelly admitted. ‘‘She shoved it into her closet.’’ Shelly felt as if she were confessing to a crime. ‘‘I didn’t want the thing staring me in the face so I hung it in the back.’’

‘‘Naturally.’’ Jill was trying, unsuccessfully, to disguise a smile. Shelly could see how someone else might find her situation humorous, but she personally didn’t think any of this was too amusing. Not when it was her life, her future, being tossed around like some cosmic football. At this rate, she’d be married and with child by nightfall!

‘‘That’s not the worst of it,’’ Shelly added. She exhaled slowly, wondering why her heart was still beating so fiercely.

‘‘You mean there’s more?’’

She nodded. The waitress arrived just then and took their orders, returning quickly with tall glasses of iced tea. Shelly breathed in deeply before she continued. ‘‘I literally fell into that man’s—Mark Brady’s—arms.’’

‘‘How convenient.’’

‘‘It’s all very nice of him to have broken my fall,’’ she said sternly, ‘‘but I wish he hadn’t.’’

‘‘Shelly!’’

‘‘I mean it,’’ she insisted. She glanced around, as if to make sure no one was listening, then added, ‘‘The man’s an accountant.’’

Jill reacted in mock horror, covering her mouth with both hands and widening her eyes. ‘‘No! An accountant?’’

‘‘Think about it. Could you honestly picture me married to an accountant?’’

Jill took a moment or two to mull over the question. ‘‘Hmm, a CPA,’’ she repeated slowly. ‘‘You still haven’t memorized your multiplication tables, have you? You freeze up whenever you have to deal with numbers. No, I guess you’re right, I can’t honestly see you with an accountant.’’

Shelly raised both hands, palms up, in a dramatic gesture. ‘‘I rest my case.’’

Jill reached for some bread, carefully selecting a whole-wheat roll. ‘‘Just because you fell into his arms doesn’t
mean you’re going to marry him,’’ she said in a matter-of-fact voice.

‘‘I know that.’’

‘‘Then what’s the problem?’’

‘‘I can’t make myself
believe
it,’’ Shelly said. ‘‘I feel like one tiny pin fighting the force of a giant magnet.’’

‘‘That’s preposterous.’’

‘‘I know,’’ Shelly agreed readily. ‘‘I just wish I hadn’t said anything to Mark.’’

Jill set the roll on her plate with exaggerated care. ‘‘You told him the story about your aunt Milly’s wedding dress?’’

‘‘Of course not.’’ Shelly was horrified her friend would suggest such a thing. ‘‘I just told him I couldn’t marry him.’’

Jill’s mouth dropped. ‘‘You didn’t! Did you?’’

Shelly nodded hesitantly. ‘‘I don’t know what made me say anything so ludicrous. I honestly don’t. I can’t imagine what he must think of me. Not that I plan on seeing him again, of course. Unless—’’

‘‘Unless what?’’

Their lunches were served. Jill had ordered a hot spinach salad with slices of chicken simmering in soy sauce sprinkled with sesame seeds. Shelly’s spinach salad was piled high with shrimp, egg slices and black olives.

‘‘Go on,’’ Jill urged once the waitress had left the table. ‘‘You don’t plan on seeing Mark again unless—’’

‘‘Unless it’s unavoidable.’’

‘‘I take it this means your aunt Milly’s first encounter with your uncle John wasn’t her last.’’ Jill giggled. ‘‘Silly of me. Obviously it wasn’t.’’

‘‘No. Aunt Milly felt the same reluctance I do. My uncle was a wonderful man, don’t get me wrong, and he was absolutely perfect for Aunt Milly, as it turned out, but the two of them were as different as night and day. Aunt Milly
was a college graduate and Uncle John never completed high school.’’

Shelly sighed wistfully. At one time the story of their romance had been like her own personal fairy tale. But now Shelly didn’t find it nearly as enthralling. ‘‘He helped Milly fix her car the night it broke down. The very next day she was in court defending a client in a law-suit—’’

‘‘Let me guess,’’ Jill interrupted, ‘‘your uncle John was the man suing her client.’’

Shelly nodded. ‘‘Yes, and that was only the beginning. Every time they turned around they were bumping into each other.’’

‘‘How long after they met were they married?’’

This was the question Shelly had dreaded most. She closed her eyes and whispered, ‘‘Ten days.’’

‘‘Ten days,’’ Jill echoed with an incredulous look.

‘‘I know. It seems that once they kissed they both realized there wasn’t any use fighting it.’’

‘‘Did your aunt tell John about the seamstress and the wedding dress?’’

Shelly shrugged. ‘‘I don’t know, but my guess is she didn’t…at least not at first.’’ She hadn’t touched her salad yet and paused long enough to savor a forkful of her favorite seafood. Then she said abruptly, ‘‘They eloped without telling anyone.’’

‘‘Children?’’ Jill wanted to know.

‘‘Three boys. My mother’s cousins.’’

‘‘What about granddaughters? You’d think your aunt Milly would want to hand the dress down to one of them.’’

‘‘All three of her sons had boys themselves. I guess you could say I’m the closest thing she’s got to a granddaughter.’’

‘‘Ten days,’’ Jill repeated. ‘‘That’s really something.’’

Forking up another succulent shrimp, Shelly continued her story. ‘‘That old Scottish woman knew about the wed
ding even before the family did. When Aunt Milly and Uncle John returned from their honeymoon, there was a wedding card from the seamstress waiting for them at the house.’’

Jill propped her elbows on the table and gazed at Shelly. ‘‘Tell me what Mark Brady looks like.’’

Shelly frowned, trying to form her impressions of him into some kind of reasonably articulate description. He was compelling in ways she didn’t quite understand. Principled and headstrong, but how she knew that, Shelly couldn’t explain. ‘‘He’s tall,’’ she began slowly.

‘‘How tall?’’

‘‘Basketball-player tall. He must be about six five.’’

‘‘Brown hair?’’

Shelly nodded. ‘‘With blue eyes.
Really
blue eyes. I can’t remember the last time I met a man with eyes that precise color. They seemed to…’’ She hesitated, unsettled by the emotion that stirred within her when she thought about Mark. Although their encounter had been brief, Shelly was left feeling oddly certain that she could trust this man, trust him implicitly. It wasn’t a sensation she could ever remember experiencing with any other man. She didn’t like the feeling; it made her uncomfortable. Until Jill had started asking her about Mark, Shelly didn’t realize she’d experienced any emotion toward him—except for embarrassment, of course.

‘‘Why do you want to know?’’ she asked.

Jill gave her a silly, knowing grin. ‘‘Because if he’s as tall as you say, with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, then the man you described just walked into this restaurant.’’

‘‘What?’’ Shelly felt her stomach sink. ‘‘Mark’s here? Mark Brady?’’

‘‘That’s not so amazing, is it? This is, after all, the same
shopping mall in which you, uh, met—’’ Jill made a show of glancing at her watch ‘‘—thirty or so minutes ago.’’

‘‘He’s here.’’ She reminded herself that Jill was right: Mark’s choosing to have lunch at Patrick’s was just a logical coincidence. Too bad she couldn’t convince her racing heart to believe that.

‘‘He’s sitting on the other side of the room,’’ Jill whispered.

‘‘Has he seen me yet?’’

‘‘I don’t think so.’’

Without being obvious—or at least Shelly hoped she wasn’t being obvious—she turned to look in his direction. At that same instant, Mark happened to glance up. Their eyes met. Despite herself, she gasped. Her hands shook and she felt herself break out in a cold sweat.

Mark scowled and quickly looked away.

She couldn’t blame him. He seemed surprised to see her there. Unpleasantly surprised.

‘‘Well, is it him?’’ Jill demanded.

Shelly couldn’t find her voice, so she answered with a quick nod.

‘‘I thought it might be. What are you thinking?’’

‘‘That I’ve lost my appetite.’’ Shelly doubted she’d be able to finish her lunch.

‘‘You want my advice?’’ Jill asked, grinning broadly. ‘‘I don’t have a lot of experience in the area of magic wedding dresses, but I recently read a fascinating book on home remedies.’’

‘‘Sure.’’ At this point Shelly was feeling reckless enough to try just about anything.

‘‘Garlic,’’ Jill said solemnly. ‘‘Wear a garlic rope around your neck. Not only does it deter vampires, but it just might ward off potential husbands conjured up by a magic wedding dress.’’