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CHAPTER THREE
T HE MOON HAD RISEN, climbed into a bank of clouds, and disappeared.
Sighing, Chase switched on the lamp beside his chair and wished he could pull a stunt like that. Maybe then people would stop looking at him as if he might just come up with a solution to an impossible situation.
But the simple truth was that impossible situations required improbable solutions, and he didnât have any. His mind was a blank. At this point, he wasnât even sure what day it was. The only thing he knew for certain was that a few hours ago, heâd been the father ofâthe bride. Now he was the father ofâwhat did you call a young woman whoâd gotten to the airport and then told her brand-new husband that theyâd made an awful mistake and she wanted out?
Smart. That was what Chase would have called her, twenty-four hours ago, when heâd have given just about anything if Dawn had decided to put her wedding off until she was older and, hopefully, wiser.
Chase closed his eyes wearily. But his daughter hadnât decided to put off her wedding. Sheâd gone through with it, which put a different spin on things. More than canceling arrangements with the church and the caterer were involved here. Dawn and Nick were bound together, in the eyes of God and in accordance with the laws of the state of Connecticut.
Severing that bond was a lot more complicated than it would have been a few hours ago. And it sure didnât help that Dawn kept weeping and saying she loved Nick with all her heart, it was just that she couldnât, wouldnât, mustnât stay married to him.
Chase put his hand to the back of his neck and tried to rub the tension out of his muscles. He had no idea what she was talking about, and neither did Nick, the poor, bewildered bastard. Not even Annie understood; Chase was certain of that, and never mind the way sheâd kept saying, âI understand, sweetheart,â while sheâd rocked Dawn in her arms.
â What do you understand?â Chase had asked her in exasperation, when sheâd come hurrying out of the bedroom after sheâd finally convinced Dawn to lie down and try to get some sleep. Annie had shot him one of those men-are-so-stupid looks women did so well and said she didnât understand anything, but she wasnât about to upset Dawn by telling her that.
âDammit, Annie,â Chase had roared, and that had done it. Nick had come running, Dawn had started crying, Annie had called him a name he hadnât even figured she knew...hell, he thought wearily, it was a good thing Annie didnât have a dog, or it would have gotten in on the act and taken a chunk out of his ankle.
âNow see what youâve done,â Annie had snarled, and the door to Dawnâs room had slammed in his bewildered face.
Chase groaned. He was tired. So tired. Thereâd been no sound from behind the closed door for hours now. Annie and his daughter were probably asleep. Even Nick had finally fallen into exhausted slumber on the sofa in the living room.
Maybe, if he just put his head back for a five-minute snooze...
âDammit!â
Chaseâs head bobbed like a yo-yo on a string. That was just what heâd needed, all right. Oh, yeah. Nothing like a little whiplash for neck muscles that already felt knotted.
âStupid chair,â he muttered, and sprang to his feet.
For a minute there, heâd forgotten he wasnât in the den he and Annie had shared for so many years. Annie had dumped all the old furniture when sheâd bought this house. Sheâd filled these rooms with little bits and pieces of junk. Antiques, she called them, but junk is what the stuff was. Delicate junk, at that. Sofas and tables with silly legs, chairs with no headrests...
âYou kick that chair, Chase Cooper, and I swear, Iâll kick you!â
Chase swung around. His ex-wife stood in the entrance to the room. Sheâd exchanged her
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