Cass’s heart had plummeted. She’d almost come round to being pleased at the idea of the marriage and now this bombshell.
‘No, it’s not enough,’ she had to agree with Pen.
But it wasn’t what Pen wanted to hear, as she wailed back, ‘What would you know? You’ve never been in my position. No one’s ever wanted to marry you!’
Typical of Pen in crisis; Cass was too used to such remarks to let them hurt.
‘I’m not going to argue with you, Pen,’ she responded softly. ‘You’re right. I’m probably sitting on the shelf already, but I’d sooner be on my own than live, day in, day out, with a man I didn’t love or respect.’
‘Who says I don’t love him?’ Pen protested mournfully. ‘Just what I expected—you’re trying to talk me out of it!’
‘No, I’m not.’ Cass gazed steadily at her sister. ‘I want what’s best for you, that’s all. It’s what I’ve always wanted.’
Cass’s tone was so gentle Pen looked briefly ashamed. ‘I know that really. I suppose I’m being a cow.’
Cass pulled a face. ‘A little bit of one—a calf, maybe.’
It wasn’t much of a joke but they both laughed and it eased the tension slightly.
Then Pen said simply, ‘Tell me what to do, sis.’
But Cass had no magic answers. ‘I can’t, Pen. I wish I could. Only you know how you feel about Tom—’
‘I do love him,’ Pen insisted, ‘but, well…next to Dray, he seems such a lightweight.’
‘Oh, Pen,’ Cass groaned aloud. ‘You don’t really have your eye on his big brother, do you?’
‘Of course not.’ The denial was slow in coming and didn’t quite ring true, especially when Pen ran on, ‘But he did fancy me at first. I know he did. If only I hadn’t told him I was sixteen—’
‘Hold on,’ Cass cut in, calculating as she did so, ‘you must have been seventeen and a half by then.’
Pen nodded. ‘But I thought the younger, the better. Most older guys get off on that.’
Cass made no comment, but shuddered inwardly. What kind of men had Pen been dating?
‘Not him,’ Pen continued, rolling her eyes, ‘You know what he said? “Come back when you’re twenty-one!” Then he kissed me on the forehead as if I were a three-year-old and sent me home in a taxi.’
‘Awful man,’ Cass mused, straight-faced, while secretly applauding this show of decency.
‘Bloody bossy, as well—’ Pen pouted in agreement ‘—and boring about work. He wouldn’t let Tom take more than three weeks for his honeymoon.’
‘Really.’ Cass managed to sound sympathetic. Three weeks seemed more than generous but letting Pen run down Dray Carlisle had to be a good idea.
It was something of a setback when Pen added, ‘The trouble is he’s so sexy, too.’
Cass wasn’t about to argue. Dray Carlisle definitely fell into the sexy category. But should Pen be conscious of this fact when she was about to marry his younger brother the following afternoon? Cass thought not.
Pen caught her sister’s expression and quickly backtracked. ‘Don’t worry. I find lots of men sexy. It doesn’t mean I’d do anything about it.’
‘Lots of men aren’t going to be your next door neighbours,’ Cass felt she should point out. ‘Dray Carlisle is.’
‘So? It’s not me who’ll be sorry,’ Pen claimed, ‘but Dray, when he realises what he’s missing. I can just see him, growing old and wrinkly, carrying a torch for me until the day he dies.’
Cass wasn’t sure if Pen was entirely joking, but she laughed with her, anyway. It was becoming clear that, for all her doubts, Pen was going to become Mrs Tom Carlisle, regardless.
‘Should I take it the wedding’s on?’ Cass enquired dryly.
‘What do you think?’ Pen smirked back. ‘All that money— I’d be crazy not to go through with it.’
‘Pen!’ reproved Cass, but Pen continued to grin as she slipped into bed and snuggled down.
It was Cass who was left to switch off the light and lie awake, long after Pen’s breathing told her she’d fallen asleep. But that was the nature of things. Pen had cleared her conscience by talking to Cass and now it was Cass’s job to do the worrying.
Meanwhile Pen slept like a log and woke bright and breezy the next morning, talking nineteen to the dozen about the wedding, her honeymoon and the house they would one day buy. And later she floated up the aisle of the fine old medieval church where the Carlisles worshipped, trailed by a coterie of attendants, all cousins of Tom’s apart from Pen’s best friend, Kelly.
Pen had asked Cass to be a bridesmaid, too, but had looked relieved when Cass had demurred, citing lilac as not her colour and flounces even less her style.
Cass was content to sit in one of the front pews, proud of her sister’s beauty, doubts quelled by the look of devotion on Tom Carlisle’s face when he turned to his future bride.
Even Dray Carlisle seemed to give the marriage his blessing. Dressed in morning coat and tails, he stood at his brother’s side, acting as best man, solemn until the ceremony was over, then, with a smile, embracing his brother and Pen in a circle.
Cass had mixed feelings at the gesture. She was pleased that Pen was to be accepted into the Carlisle fold but it surely meant a degree of loss for her. Pen was embarking on a new life and Cass already suspected from hints dropped that she wanted to keep it quite separate from her old one.
Cass understood why and was losing herself in the crowd outside the church when suddenly Dray Carlisle loomed in view, head and shoulders above most people, nodding acknowledgements to friends as he went, before coming to a halt in front of her.
‘I’ve been looking for you everywhere,’ he announced without preamble.
Considering they hadn’t spoken since the day they’d met, it was hardly the politest of greetings, so why had she felt it again, that sharp pull of attraction?
She hid the fact well, muttering back, ‘And it’s nice to see you again, too.’
His brow lifted, registering the sarcasm, then he took her arm and instructed briskly, ‘Come on.’
‘Come on where?’ she echoed as he steered her through the crowd.
‘Photographs.’
‘Oh.’
Cass’s lack of enthusiasm was almost tangible.
He squinted her a curious look. ‘Don’t you want to be included in a record of the happy occasion?’
‘Not especially. I’m a little camera shy,’ she excused lamely.
‘It’s only a couple of group photographs,’ he assured her as they skirted round the corner of the church to find bride and groom posing against a backdrop of a blossoming cherry tree.
Pen was obviously loving every moment, flirting with the camera in a rather unbridal manner.
‘Well, your reticence is clearly not a genetic condition,’ Dray Carlisle added in an undertone.
Cass took it as criticism and replied a little sharply, ‘Pen’s enjoying her day. What’s wrong with that?’