Barefoot by the Sea

Zoe’s gaze slid over Tessa in her robe and John’s shirtless chest, then behind both of them to the bedroom. She fought a smile and rolled her eyes. “I suppose it would be sheer hypocrisy for a pregnant and engaged woman to remind you that you’re supposed to have the honeymoon after the wedding.”

John started to slowly push up. “We were talking.”

Zoe snorted softly. “Well, you better shut up and get down to the beach.”

“I know the rehearsal started,” Tessa said, holding up a hand. “But we—”

“No buts, baby, because we even got the mayor here for the walk-through and he won’t stay long.” Zoe marched closer, as if she planned to yank them both into action. Instead she snapped her fingers like a drill sergeant. “Dress, you two. Stat.” She looked from one to the other, maybe taking in Tessa’s tear stains. John looked pretty ravaged, too.

“Um, if you can’t come to the rehearsal,” she said slowly, “I can stand in for you.”

“Give us a few minutes,” John said.

Zoe nodded and left.

When they were alone, John stood and reached his hand down to Tessa. “You don’t have to do this, Tess,” he said.

“I have to go through with a wedding for the consultants who are visiting,” she said, letting him pull her up. “I promised Lacey.”

“But it doesn’t have to be a real wedding.”

She wished she knew the answer, but she didn’t.

“I’ll meet you down there,” she said softly, going into her room and closing the door.

Alone, she leaned back against the cool wood and searched her heart for the answer. Should she marry a man under false pretenses to help him have the very thing she couldn’t have? A family? A man who’d planned to annul the wedding and disappear to New Zealand under a different name?

What kind of woman would that make her?

Stupid? Crazy? Desperate?

No, it would make her sleep better at night. Alone, but better.

Chapter Twenty-seven

The chaos on the beach matched the turmoil in Tessa’s heart. Only with more players, noise, and a postcard-worthy sunset. All over the sands of Barefoot Bay, resort staff zipped around, shouting questions and walking off space for seats and makeshift aisles on the sand. In the midst, Lacey had a clipboard in one hand, a phone to her ear, and about five conversations going at once. Jocelyn had rallied the spa staff as stand-in guests who milled about, and Zoe had marked off an area where a pilot would launch a hot-air-balloon ride for the bride and groom.

Tessa scanned the scene, looking for one man in the crowd, and found him almost instantly. John stood at the water’s edge, deep in conversation with Mayor Lennox, both of them barefoot like everyone else. In the span of a heartbeat, he found her, too, holding her gaze despite the people and space between them.

John…whose name was Ian Browning. Who hid his life and still managed to melt her heart right down to her toes. Who—

“Have you been crying?” Jocelyn cut into Tessa’s view and pitiful thoughts.

“Out in the garden too long?” Lacey was on the other side in a flash, clipboard abandoned for a close inspection.

“She’s been busy breaking test tubes.” Zoe’s hands landed on Tessa’s shoulders with an affectionate squeeze. “And testing the real deal for a change.”

Tessa dipped out of her touch. “I’m fine, and Zoe has an overactive imagination.”

Zoe held out a hand. “Hah. You owe me twenty bucks.”

Tessa slapped it. “Let’s get this thing over with. I’ve got a lot to do.”

“Sounds like it,” Jocelyn teased.

Tessa looked down at her toes curling into the sand. “Please stop.”

Instantly, the humor evaporated, replaced by three concerned faces, the genuine look of love filling Tessa’s already tender heart.

How could she not tell them? The secret about her mother gave her enough guilt, and now this? But she’d promised, and that was enough for her.

“This isn’t easy,” Tessa finally said, letting this cover a multitude of possibilities.

“Oh, hon.” Lacey immediately went into mama nurturer mode, reaching out to Tessa. “You don’t have to do this.” She gestured toward the crowd and the mayor—and the man.

Didn’t she? If she didn’t marry John—for real—then he couldn’t get his kids.

“I can stand in for you,” Jocelyn said. “If you want to go back and regroup.”

Behind Jocelyn, Tessa could see John’s silhouette moving in her direction, his large, muscular form outlined against the setting sun. “I don’t want to regroup,” she said. “I only want…” To figure this out.

John came up to the group, instantly stealing the light and air and any sensible answers. He looked worried enough that Tessa knew he thought she might be spilling his secrets right then and there.

Her chest tightened at the thought. She’d never betray him, but he didn’t know that. She’d have to prove it to him somehow.

He reached out a hand to Tessa. “I’ve been talking to Mayor Lennox, Tess. Have you met him?”

The other women stepped aside, making room for him to take Tessa’s hand.

“Oh, wait,” Lacey said, lifting a paper on her clipboard. “I have the vows.”

“Vows?” Tessa asked.

“It is a wedding rehearsal,” Lacey answered. “I’ve tried to think of everything, but God knows, I’m not a wedding planner.” She produced two index cards with handwriting. “Ashley wrote them.”

“Ashley?” Tessa practically choked.

“I know, right?” Lacey grinned. “She had to do it for her psych class. They’re really nice thoughts. You’d think the girl understood a thing or two about love.”

Or what she thought was love. So maybe Ashley’s vows were perfect—pretend vows for pretend love in a pretend marriage for all the wrong reasons.

“C’mon, Tess,” John said. “We can practice while they iron all this out.”

He closed his fingers around her hand, warm and secure, tugging her away from her friends. Was that because he wanted her to himself or away from the temptation to tell?

“Watch your step,” he said as they reached a small reef of shells left from the last high tide. She was looking down to avoid any broken edges when she spied a brown-and-white spiral tip jutting up. Habit and hope made her bend down to check it out.

The instant she touched the shell, she knew. “A junonia,” she whispered, an actual thrill shooting through her.

“You found one?” John asked, coming closer. “Let me see.”

She brushed the sand off the smooth shell with a little cry. “It’s perfect,” she exclaimed. “A perfect, unchipped junonia.” She ran her finger over the flawless spindled edge, finally tearing her eyes from the prize to look at him, holding it up proudly. “Behold, the mother of all shells.”

Literally.

“You found one,” he said, his whole face lit like hers must have been. “Congratulations.”

“To both of you!” Mayor Lennox sidled up next to them. “I know there’s a lot to rehearse, but I’m afraid I’ve got a town council meeting in less than half an hour. Can we do our run-through right now?”

“Of course,” John said, putting his arm on Tessa’s shoulder and leaning close. “You hold on to that shell for luck, okay?”

But it wasn’t for luck. It was for dreams. Her dreams. The dream.