Alex's Choice
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Carol Steward
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Chapter One
KATARINA BERTHOFF DABBED the tears collecting in the corners of her eyes. Her sister was married. After eleven years, Kevin and Emily had finally gotten it right. Pictures had been taken, the reception was running smoothly and her bridesmaid’s obligations were finished. Until the bride and groom left for their honeymoon and Katarina began to take care of their newly adopted four-year-old, she was free to relax with the other guests.
Laughter and the murmur of voices from the crowd created a constant echo in her ear, so she discreetly removed her hearing aid, placed it in the case and dropped it into her purse. She hated to wear it in large gatherings. She’d pay nearly any price, even this deafness, to avoid the drone from all the background noise, and the headache that always followed. She didn’t need anything else to deal with today. One of these days, I’m going to have enough money to buy one of the new models that won’t be such a problem.
Bypassing the assortment of cheeses and luncheon meats at the banquet table, Katarina studied the chafing dishes filled with mushrooms, meatballs and tiny quiches. She stopped at the elaborately decorative platter of fruit and filled her plate with melon, strawberries and grapes, then studied a pale yellow star-shaped fruit.
A deep masculine voice interrupted. “Katarina?”
She turned and nearly dropped her plate. There stood Alex MacIntyre. Her heart skipped a beat and she felt her cheeks flush. “Hello. We meet again, finally.” With all the last-minute decorations and reception preparations to take care of, Katarina hadn’t had a chance to visit with anyone at the rehearsal the night before. She’d met the groom’s brother only once, at Kevin and Emily’s first engagement party eight years ago. The college graduate had made quite an impression on her as a high school senior. When Kevin and Emily broke their engagement, Katarina had lost hope she would ever see Alex again.
He nodded. “It’s been a long time. When Kevin told me who you were last night, I could hardly believe you’re the same woman I met eight years ago. You’ve...changed.”
And you haven’t. Alex was even more attractive than she remembered. Suddenly overcome by a gamut of perplexing emotions, Katarina glanced quickly away, then back to him. Did he approve of the changes? “Do I hear ‘thankfully’ in that remark, Alex?”
He smiled in a leisurely way, looking a bit chagrined. “It’s definitely meant as a compliment. I wasn’t sure you’d even remember me.”
Like I could actually forget those gorgeous blue eyes? Not a chance. “It amazes me how much you and Kevin look alike.” When Alex had come to Springville a few weeks earlier to help run Kevin’s business after Kevin’s accident, Emily had wasted no time informing Katarina of Alex’s availability.
Though already dating someone, Katarina had to admit she’d been curious to see if Alex had changed. Only for the better, she realized.
Now she wished she’d taken time to meet him before he returned to his own job and life, wherever that might be.
Alex’s smile was white against his bronzed skin. “Don’t hold it against me—that’s where the similarities end. Care to sit with the wild bunch?”
Katarina furrowed her eyebrows. “The wild bunch?”
“Any time you get the entire MacIntyre clan together, it’s chaos.” He tipped his head toward the table nearest the cake, where his siblings appeared to be seated. “I’d love for you to join us.”
Love for her to join him? She couldn’t resist. No wonder her sisters had nicknamed her “the heart specialist.” Despite her older sister, Emily, actually becoming a doctor, Kat’s honorary title remained. When it came to matters of the heart, she was a romantic in the purest form.
She felt color flush her cheeks as she recalled the crush she’d had on Alex MacIntyre—business major, football star and all-around nice guy. She glanced at the happy faces around the table. Did she dare tempt herself twice in one lifetime? I’m practically engaged. There’s no harm in making friends with my sister’s new family. Besides, after the honeymoon Alex will return to his life. No harm done.
She set her plate on the table and Alex immediately pulled out her chair. She chose her seat so that he would sit on the side of her good ear.
Kevin’s twin sisters and another brother were catching up with each other’s lives, laughing and having a good time when she sat down. Alex waited for the chatter to quiet, then went around the table making introductions. By turning her head slightly, Katarina didn’t think she would miss anything.
Alex reminded his family that Katarina had been instrumental in pulling together the wedding decorations at the church and the reception with less than a week’s notice. Everyone showered her with adoration. She wanted to fade into the woodwork. True, she had a knack for decorating or she wouldn’t have celebrated her fourth year as owner of Kat’s Kreations. Yet the attention her talent received still made her uncomfortable. “The credit really goes to Emily. She and Kevin picked it all out. I just put it together.”
“Kevin helped?” The laughter roared, and Katarina realized they probably couldn’t imagine their brother in a flower shop, let alone that he cared to help with wedding plans. Alex smiled apologetically. “Forgive us, Katarina. We haven’t been together much in recent years to see this side of Kevin.”
Still Mr. Nice Guy.
She shifted in her chair and felt as if the seat was sinking beneath her. Katarina’s slim-fitting dress bound her legs tighter, and she raised herself slightly to pull the fabric loose, then sat back down.
With a loud snap, the chair collapsed, and Katarina slid as if on a chute under the table. All she could see were legs. And feet. The tablecloth draped itself over her shoulder, and Katarina ducked her head under the table completely, welcoming the shelter from her embarrassment.
She tried to turn over and crawl out, but her spike heel caught inside her skirt. She was stuck.
I can’t believe this. She squirmed the other way, and made matters worse. Why did this have to happen today, of all days? Katarina closed her eyes. Taunting voices from her childhood haunted her. Klutzy Katarina.
Beyond the veil of linens she could see pieces of the plastic chair in a tangled heap on the ground. Katarina relished the haven from her humiliation. At least she was away from probing gazes.
Feet scuttled around, concerned faces replaced the legs. She saw mouths move and she covered her face, oblivious to what they were saying. She didn’t want their pity or their help. She only wanted to hide.
Katarina again tried to untie herself from the human knot of her twisted body. She rested her forehead on her knees, wrapped her arms around her head and began to giggle nervously.
Only she could get herself into such a ridiculous situation.
Her sister’s new in-laws would probably agree with the playground nickname, “Klutzy Katarina.” Suddenly she was a sickly child again, wishing the jeers of her classmates would stop. “Go away. Just go away,” she whispered. When Katarina opened her eyes, she saw the kitchen doorway just past the table and pulled herself forward. If she could just scoot to the kitchen without drawing any more attention...
The dress tied her legs together like a mermaid’s.
Alex’s younger brother lifted the tablecloth in front of her and took hold of her ankle. Then her calf. Startled, Katarina pulled back. “Just leave me alone,” she begged. So much for a silent escape.
“I’ve got her.” A strong arm wrapped around her waist from behind and slid her out from under the table and into the spotlight. “Are you deaf?”
She looked over her shoulder to see the sun-bleached hair of her handsome rescuer. Alex. Trying to fend off the memories of children’s cruel teasing, she forced herself to focus on him. He didn’t know she was truly deaf in one ear. And only a select few knew the degree of her hearing loss in her “good” ear. Katarina laughed. “Silly me, I must have forgotten my hearing aid today.” Struggling to free her foot, she felt Alex hoist her off the ground. “Wait!”
Before she could explain, he let go and she fell against him. “My heel is caught.”
The warmth of his hands pressed into her upper arms. “Sorry, why didn’t you say something? Here, have a seat while I try to do something.” He helped her over to the chair. Alex knelt on one knee and struggled with her shoe. “You did a dandy job snagging that heel somewhere in there. Maybe we should take it off?”
“Excuse me?” Her voice squeaked.
“The shoe.” As he tugged, she heard the satin rip, and her leg straightened.
He held up her pump. “I’m sorry about the dress.”
Stunned, Katarina stood and turned to look at the tear, then took her shoe from him. No one had ever flustered her like this. The words caught in her throat.
“I’ll replace the dress.” One eyebrow rose as Alex looked at the rip.
It’s over. Just laugh, Katarina. That always helps. “Don’t worry about it.”
Emily rushed over, white lace flowing behind her. “Are you okay, Kat?”
“I’ll be fine.” She twisted to the side to examine the damage to the dress. “I wondered how this would look with a slit.” She lifted her foot and twirled on the other so the bride could see, noting that Alex also watched. Then she straightened the dress and slipped her other shoe off. Glancing up, Katarina saw a smile teasing Emily’s lips. “I don’t want to hear about this again.”
The bride excused herself from her guests to help Katarina and led the way down the hall to the bride’s dressing room. Emily’s concern was genuine. “You are okay, aren’t you, Kat?” Once inside, Emily could no longer restrain her laughter.
“Other than my bruised ego, I’m fine.”
A light tap on the door, followed by their younger sister’s voice, startled Katarina. “Is there a damsel in distress in here?” Lisa opened the door just enough to slip inside with Katarina’s other outfit.
The facade of Katarina’s humor faded. She tossed both shoes into her bag and sighed. “Why do these things always happen to me?”
Lisa turned Katarina around and unzipped the gown, then helped tug it over her shoulders. “What things? It’s not your fault the chair broke into smithereens.”
Katarina buttoned the flowered skirt at her waist, pulled the camisole over her head, then slipped into the coordinating sweater. “Like when I fainted at the all-school concert in sixth grade. Like tripping over the base in kickball. Like dropping my brand-new hearing aid into my punch at the prom. Why is it always me...Klutzy Katarina?”
“This isn’t the same, Kat. Your ear infections were to blame for most of that.” Emily smiled as she gave her sister a hug. “If you wanted to meet Alex, why didn’t you just ask? We’d be glad to set the two of you up.”
“No, thank you.” Her sister’s medical explanation soothed her ego, and she felt the fear subside. “That’s not the issue, and I don’t want to hear about this again.”
Her sisters’ smiles returned. “Well, you can dream on. This is a classic. The tall, rugged, single and not to mention drop-dead-gorgeous hero hauls you, the ‘heart specialist,’ out from under the table, stands you up and you collapse into his arms.” They giggled harder.
Lisa and Emily did a poor imitation of the accident. “You looked like a flamingo balancing on one foot,” Lisa added.
Quelling her own laughter, Katarina crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her sisters until they quieted. “Ha ha ha.” Though she tried to remain cross, just the sight of their fake restraint made her see the humor of the entire situation.
“Why did it have to happen in front of Alex, though?” she whispered, shaking her head.
The room turned silent. Realization hit Lisa. “Ah, yes, Alex.”
Katarina placed the bridesmaid dress on the hanger and zipped it, then turned to help Lisa and Emily with the wedding dress and veil. “I mean, it’s been eight years since I had that childish crush on him, and of course I’m long over that, but still...”
“Of course,” both sisters said simultaneously with mirroring smiles.
“Come on, don’t do this. I’m as good as engaged to...to...”
“Ron?” Lisa suggested.
“Of course, to Ron,” Katarina snapped.
Emily groaned. “Oh, please, Kat. You’ve been ‘engaged’ so many times we quit counting. Don’t try to convince us that you’re serious about marrying Ron. Need I point out you just moved four hundred miles away from him?” The bride slipped the green dress over her head.
“This will only be my second official engagement. Besides, the move is temporary.” She looked at them, putting her hands up in front of her. “It’s all part of a logical, strategic plan. Ron understands my need for financial security.”
“Strategy, my foot. Admit it—the thought of settling down with him bores you to death!”
Katarina looked at Emily—with her hands on her hips—and tried to argue the well-made point. “As does the idea of chasing a man almost ten years older than myself, Dr. Know-it-all.”
“Alex is only nine years older, Katarina.”
“Close enough. Needless to say, I discovered that mistake with fiancé number one. I made it this far without a father in my life. I certainly don’t need some older man to act as a substitute now.”
Just the mention of the father who had abandoned his three little girls sobered them all. Katarina looked at her sisters. “I’m sorry. I didn’t need to bring that up today. I really didn’t mean to. Open mouth, insert foot.”
Lisa remained silent.
As usual, Emily was the first to forgive and console the younger two sisters. “It’s okay, Kat. You can’t have a wedding without missing the father of the bride.”
A loud knock resounded through the room. “Mrs. MacIntyre,” came the groom’s voice. “Are you ready to toss the bouquet?”
Emily opened the door and greeted her husband. “Don’t forget, you have to toss the garter, too.”
Kevin gave his wife a lingering kiss. “Then we’d better get back to our guests.” Kevin looked at Katarina as she passed through the door. “You okay?”
Katarina looked at Kevin, suddenly seeing Alex instead. She blinked the image away, then set her shoes on the floor and stepped into the flats as she walked. “I’m just dandy, thanks.”
