Wouldn't it make more sense if you at least tried to like him?""Now that you bring it up,"Elizabethsaid, half turning in her seat to face her sister squarely. "I stilldon't understand why I have to spend all week with the man.
the one getting married.""Yeah…" Terry's expression went soft and dreamy, and despite the fact thatElizabethhad no real desireof her own to get married, a small sliver of envy pierced her heart. What would it be like, shewondered, to feel what Terry so obviously felt for Mike?In the next instant, though, she remembered that she wasn't interested in finding a man. She had herown life. A successfulone, thanks very much, and she was already happy. Why should she go outlooking for someone who would only require her to make all kinds of changes in what she considereda darn near perfect existence?With that thought firmly in mind, she prodded her sister. "Terry, you know I'm delighted to be yourmaid of honor, but—""No
," she interrupted. "You promised that you would help out, Lizzie.""Sure, but why—""There's no way I can do all of the little things that have to be done this week." Terry leaned forwardand clutched her sister's hand. "Come on, Lizzie. You can handle Harding for one little week, can'tyou?"There was a challenge if ever she'd heard one. GrimlyElizabethshot a covert glance at the man acrossfrom her. Black hair, cut into a military, "high and tight" haircut, strong jaw, straight nose, well-shapedmouth, and eyes blue enough to make Paul Newman's look a dingy gray. Standing up, he was six-feet-five inches of solid muscle, had a voice deep enough to cause earthquakes and made her stomach pitchwith nerves and expectation with a single glance. Sure. She could handle him. No problem.Lordy, she was in trouble. The only thing that kept her from having some serious fantasies about theman was the uniform he wore so proudly.Muffling a sigh, she said softly, "Little sister, you should understand better than anyone else why Idon't want anything to do with a military type."Terry did nothing to hide her grumble of frustration. "Honestly, Lizzie, you would think you grew upmanacled to a wall.""Yeah. A wall that was reassigned every two or three years."Elizabeth, known as "Lizzie" only to her family, had hated growing up as a Marine brat. Shifting fromplace to place, moving wherever their father's orders had taken them. Never really at home. Makingnew friends only to leave them behind. The one constant in her life … the one friend she had alwaysbeen able to count on was Terry. Her sister. Who had grown up to fall in love with aMarine. But atleast Terry's soon-to-be husband had left the Corps.Harding Casey—Hard Case to his friends, looked like a lifer to her.Page 2 of 96ABC Amber LIT Converter9/13/2007file://C:\Documents and Settings\Danna\My Documents\Azureus Downloads\Harlequin\H...