A Husband For Christmas. Diana Palmer

      “Oh, you poor blind thing,” Melly said softly. “He used to watch you like a man watching a rainbow. Sometimes his hands would tremble when he was helping you onto a horse or opening a door for you, and you never even noticed, did you?”

      Abby’s pale brown eyes widened helplessly. “Cade?”

      “Cade.” Melly sat back in her chair and sighed. “He was head over heels about you when you left here. He roared around for two weeks after you were gone, making the men nervous, driving the rest of us up walls. He’d sit by the fire at night and just stare straight ahead. I’ve never seen a man grieve like that over a woman. And you didn’t even know.”

      Abby’s eyes closed in pain. If she’d known that, career or no career, she would have come running back to Montana on her bare feet if she’d had to. “I didn’t have any idea. If I’d known that, I never would have left here. Never!” she burst out.

      Melly caught her breath at the passion that flared up in her sister’s eyes. “You loved him?”

      “Deathlessly.” Her eyes closed, then opened again, misty with tears. “I’ll die loving him.”

      “Abby!”

      She took a steadying breath and slumped. “Four years. Four long years, and a nightmare at the end of it. And if I’d stayed here... Why didn’t he tell me?”

      “I suppose he thought he was doing the best thing for you,” Melly said gently. “You were so excited about a career in modeling.”

      “I thought at the time that it would be better to moon over Cade at a distance instead of going to seed while I waited in vain for him to notice me again,” Abby said miserably.

      “Again?”

      Darn Melly’s quick mind. “Just never you mind. Let’s go over this pattern.”

      “He still cares about you,” Melly murmured.

      “In a different way, though.”

      “That could change,” came the soft reply, “if you want it to.”

      “If only Cade didn’t have such a soft spot for stray things,” Abby said, her eyes wistful. “I never know what he really feels—I never have. He was sorry for me when I was a kid and, in a way, he still is. I don’t want a man who pities me, Melly.”

      “How do you know that Cade does? You’re a lovely woman.”

      “A woman with a very big problem,” Abby reminded her, “and Cade goes out of his way to help people, you know that. We go back a long way and he’s fond of me. How can I be sure that what he feels isn’t just compassion, Melly?”

      “Give it time and find out.”

      “That,” she said with a sigh, “is sage advice. By the way, you’re going to have to teach me how to do your job, because he’s already maneuvered me into replacing you while you’re on your honeymoon.”

      “Oh, he has, has he?” Melly pursed her lips and her eyes laughed. “That isn’t something he’d do if he really felt sorry for you!” she assured her sister.

      “Now cut that out! Here, tell me if you like the dress better with a long train or a short one....”

      And for the rest of the night, they concentrated on the wedding gown.