floor.
It was like all apartment lobbiesâslate floor, a mirrored wall, rattan furniture with artificial flower arrangements on the tables. Even with the sunlight filtering through the bamboo blinds it was depressing. This whole place was so unlike either one of them. Theyâd moved there because sheâd told Lily she would learn to love the town and the people. She was usually right about most things. What she hadnât figured on was Matt Starr leaving Lily standing at the altar a second time.
âDennis, can I talk to you for a minute?â Sadie said, sitting down across from him. Her first thought was he was handsome in a nerdy kind of way. He had beautiful eyes and an even more beautiful smile. Her second thought was he probably looked better in tweeds or jeans than he did in his tux.
He was on his feet in an instant, his face a mask of worry. âI donât know what to say. Matt wouldnât . . . I know about the last time but . . . The last time I talked to him was two weeks ago, and everything was a go. I thought it was strange when there was no one to pick me up at the airport. I think something happened to him. How is Lily? Jesus, this must be like a scene in a horror movie for her. Twice and by the same guy. Dammit, this is not something Matt Starr would do. You should understand, Sadie. You and Lily have been friends since you were little children. You know everything there is to know about each other. Thatâs the way it is with Matt and me. I know I sound like a broken record, but Matt simply would not do this. Something must have happened to him.â
âSomething happened all right. Your buddy got cold feet like he did the first time. Donât try to defend him. This is unconscionable. How much time does it take to make a phone call? Seconds. If your buddy didnât have the guts to talk to Lily, he could have put a note under the door. I think the guy is gutless is what I think. I really donât care to hear anything else about him. As to how Lily is, sheâs . . . sheâs none of your damn business. You can tell that to your buddy, too. Sheâll do just fine because sheâs a . . . fine person, unlike some people I would rather not mention. This whole thing was so humiliating. I was only in the wedding party, and I was humiliated. Who does that man think he is? Because heâs rich and the media has him snapping at Bill Gatesâs heels doesnât give him the right to do this to my friend. Itâs beyond cruel. You tell him that for me,â Sadie said angrily. âWherever youâre going, have a safe trip.â
âWhy are you yelling at me? This isnât my fault. Sadie, listen to me. Iâm telling you, something must have happened. Matt isnât anything like what you said. He loves Lily. All he wants to do is talk about her, day and night. In my opinion, heâs never been happier. He told me all about their plans, their hopes and dreams. Iâm telling you, something happened to him . Why donât you believe that? I think Iâm going to file a police report,â he said, jerking at the bow tie at his neck.
âYou do that! You have to wait forty-eight hours before the police will even talk to you. If you do file one, donât bother either of us with the results. Read my lips, we donât want to know anything about Matt Starr. Not now, not ever. I donât want you calling Lily and upsetting her any more than she is already. Are we clear on that?â
Sadie stomped off to the elevator. She didnât look back.
Sadie opened the door in time to see Lily stuffing her wedding apparel into large trash bags. She looked grim and brittle. She stepped aside as Lily drop-kicked the trash bag in the general direction of the door.
âIâm sorry about the expense of your gown and all, Sadie. Iâll pay you back.â
âYou will not. Iâm taking this gown to Australia with me. Iâm sure at