Page 52 of Summer Weddings

It was at this point that Bethany realized her friend was as tipsy as she was. “How will we get back?”

“I don’t know,” Mariah said, enunciating very carefully. “But where there’s a way there’s a will.”

Bethany shut her eyes. That didn’t sound exactly right, but it was close enough to satisfy her. Especially when she was half-drunk and her heart dangled precariously from her sleeve.

“He doesn’t love me, you know,” she said, making her own confession.

“Mitch?”

It was time to own up to the truth, however painful.

“He cares for you, though.” This came from Sally.

Bethany fingered the gold coin that hung from the delicate chain around her neck. The gift Mitch had given her for Christmas. Touching it now, she experienced a deep sense of loss.

“Mitch does care,” she agreed in a broken voice, “but not enough.”

Mariah looked at her with sympathy and asked with forced cheer, “Who wants to go to Ben’s? A few laughs, a dance or two…”

* * *

Mitch lost count of the number of times he’d tried to reach Bethany by phone.

He’d left Chrissie with a high school girl who lived next door and then walked over to Bethany’s house.

He stood on the tiny porch and pounded on the door until his fist hurt, despite the padding provided by his thick gloves.

Clearly she wasn’t home. He frowned, wondering where she could possibly have gone.

Even as he asked the question, he knew. She’d gone to Ben’s. Folks tended to let their hair down a bit on Friday and Saturday nights.

It wasn’t uncommon to find Duke and John lingering over a cribbage board, while the other pilots shot the breeze, talking about nothing in particular.

Every now and then, some of the pipeline workers would wander in on their way to Fairbanks for a few days of R and R.

Things occasionally got a bit rowdy; Mitch had broken up more than one fight in his time.

He didn’t like the idea of Bethany getting caught in the middle of anything like that.

When he stepped into the Hard Luck Café, he found the noise level almost painful. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d seen the place so busy.

He caught sight of Bethany dancing with Duke Porter. Mariah Douglas was dancing with Keith Campbell, a pipeline employee and friend of Bill Landgrin’s. Mitch didn’t trust either man.

Christian O’Halloran sat brooding in the corner, nursing a drink. Mitch noted that he was keeping a close eye on Mariah. Mitch suspected she wouldn’t tolerate or appreciate Christian’s interference and that Keith knew it and used it to his advantage.

Frowning, Mitch made his way into the room.

He wanted to talk to Bethany, reason with her if he could.

He understood her complaints far better than she knew.

Her accusations had hit him like a…like a fist flying straight through time.

Those were the words Lori had said to him day after day, week after week, month after month… .

Before he’d really grasped that it was Bethany talking to him and not his dead wife, Bethany had left. He needed to explain to her that he did know what she was experiencing. He’d been through it himself.

In January, when daylight was counted in minutes instead of hours, people did feel trapped in their homes.

He wanted to sit down and tell her what had been burdening his heart for weeks now. Since Christmas. He loved her. So much it terrified him. He wanted to tell her about Lori; he hadn’t, simply because he was afraid of her response. Most of all, he wanted to tell her he loved her.

Bill Landgrin saw him, and they eyed each other malevolently. From the look of it, Bill was more than a little put out over their last meeting. Judging by the gleam in his eyes, he’d welcome a confrontation with Mitch.

Mitch wasn’t eager for a fight, but he wouldn’t back down from one, either.

Bill glanced from Mitch to Bethany and then back again. He set his mug on the counter and stomped over to the other side of the café, where Bethany was sitting, now that her dance with Duke was finished. Mitch started in her direction himself, scooting around tables.

Bill got there first.

“Beth, sweetie.” Mitch heard the other man greet her. “How’s about a dance?”

It seemed to Mitch that she was about to refuse, but he made the mistake—a mistake he recognized almost immediately—of answering for her.

“Bethany’s with me,” he said, his words as cold as the Arctic ice.

“I am?” she asked.

“She is?” Bill echoed. He rubbed his forehead as though to suggest he found it hard to believe Bethany would attach her self to the likes of Mitch. “Seems to me the lady can make her own decisions.”

It took Bethany an eternity to decide. “I don’t think one dance would hurt,” she finally said to Bill.

Mitch’s jaw hardened. He didn’t blame her for defying him; he’d brought it on himself. But the fact that she’d dance with another man, for whatever reason, didn’t seem right. Not when she’d said she loved him!

He sat down in the chair she’d vacated, and as he watched Bill draw Bethany into his arms, his temperature rose. He wasn’t much of a drinker, but he sure could have used a shot of something just about then.

The song seemed to drone on for a lifetime. When he couldn’t bear to sit any longer, Mitch got to his feet and restlessly prowled the edges of the dance area. Not once did he let his eyes waver from Bethany and Bill.

Something that gave him cause to rejoice was the fact that she didn’t seem to be enjoying herself. Her gaze met his over Landgrin’s shoulder, and she bit her lip in a way that told him she was sorry she’d ever agreed to this.

He resisted the urge to cut in.

Although Bethany was in another man’s arms, Mitch found himself close to laughter. She’d said she loved him and in the same breath had called him an idiot. He was beginning to suspect she was right. He was an idiot. Love seemed to reduce him to that.

The song was finally over, and as Landgrin escorted Bethany to her table and reluctantly left her there, the tension eased from Mitch’s body.

He made a beeline for her, regretting now that he hadn’t been waiting for her when she returned. But he didn’t want to give her reason to think he didn’t trust her.

Unfortunately Keith Campbell reached her before he did. “A dance, fair lady?” Keith asked, bowing from the waist.

Mitch ended up cooling his heels again while Bethany frolicked across the dance floor in the arms of yet another man. While he waited, he ordered a soda and checked his watch.

He’d told Diane Hestead, the high school girl staying with Chrissie, that he wouldn’t be more than an hour. He’d already been gone that long, and it didn’t look like he’d be getting home any time soon.

With the music blaring, he used Ben’s phone and made a quick call to tell Diane he’d be longer than expected.

“Bethany certainly seems to have captured a few hearts, hasn’t she?” Ben commented, slapping Mitch good-naturedly on the back.

“I don’t know why she needs to do that,” he grumbled. “She’s had mine for weeks.”

“Does she know that?” Ben asked.

“No,” Mitch blurted.

“What do you expect her to do, then?”

Ben was right, of course. Mitch returned to the table to wait for her. When the dance finished, he made sure he was there. “My turn,” he announced flatly the minute the two of them were alone.

Bethany’s eyes narrowed; she promptly ignored him and sat down. She finished her soda and set the glass aside.

“Let’s dance,” he said and held out his hand to her.

“Is that a request or a command?” she asked, staring up at him.

Mitch swallowed. This was going from bad to worse. “Do you want me to put on a little performance for you the way Keith did?”

“No,” she answered simply.

It was now or never. “Bethany,” he said, dragging air into his lungs, “I love you. I have for weeks. I should’ve told you before.”

She stared at him, her eyes huge. Then, as though she doubted his words, she hastily looked away. “Why now, Mitch?”

He could hardly hear her over the music. “Why now what?”

“Why are you telling me now?” she asked, clarifying her question. “Is it because you’re overwhelmed by the depth of your feelings?” She sounded just a little sarcastic, he thought. “Or could the truth be that you can’t bear to see me with another man?”

He frowned, not because he didn’t understand her question, but because he wasn’t sure how to answer. She had a point. He might well have been content to leave things as they were if he hadn’t found her dancing with Landgrin.

“Your hesitation tells me everything I need to know,” she whispered brokenly. She stood then, in such a rush that she nearly toppled the chair. “Duke,” she called, hurrying toward the pilot. “Didn’t I promise you another dance?”

Mitch ground his teeth in frustration.

He’d started toward the door when Bill Landgrin stopped him. “Looks like you’re batting zero, my friend. Seems to me the lady knows what she wants, and it isn’t you.”

* * *

“I blew it,” Bethany muttered miserably. She’d stayed behind and was helping Ben clear the remaining tables. Mariah had disappeared hours earlier after a confrontation with Christian, and she hadn’t seen her since.

“What do you mean?”

“Mitch and me.”

“What’s with you two, anyway?” Ben asked as he set a tray of dirty glasses on the counter.

“I don’t know anymore. I thought… I’d hoped…” She felt tongue-tied, unable to explain. Slipping onto the stool oppo site Ben, she let her shoulders sag in abject misery. She was still feeling a little drunk—and a lot discouraged—not to mention suffering from a near-fatal bout of cabin fever.

“Here,” Ben said, reaching behind the counter and bringing out a bottle of brandy. “I save this for special occasions.”

“What’s so special about this evening?” she asked.

“A number of things,” he said, but didn’t elaborate. He brought out a couple of snifters and poured a liberal amount into each. “This will cure what ails you. Guaranteed.”

“Maybe you’re right.” At this point she figured a glass of brandy couldn’t hurt.