Dear Mystery Guy (Magnolia Sisters Book 1) by Brenda Barrett Read Free Book Online Page B

so drawn to him. I have never felt like this before. It's like an out of the blue kind of fascination. Can you understand where I am coming from with this?"
    Mike released a long sigh. "No. Well, sort of. You think he is a brother or your father or something?"
    "No." Della looked at Mike in horror. Gosh no, a voice squealed in her head. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind. Was that why she was so drawn to the mystery guy, because he was family?
    "It's a possibility," Mike defended. "You don't know your family, and you are drawn to him. Wait, when you say drawn to him, you mean attracted?"
    Della sighed and then nodded.
    "And you are choosing me as your sidekick to check out a guy? You just broke my heart, Della. This is like kicking me when I am down."
    Della signed. "Sorry, Mike."
    Mike grimaced. "But I'll recover. Okay, what are friends for? Let's go check out this guy you are attracted to."
    Della touched his sleeve for him to turn around and read her lips. "We are going to crash a wedding."
    Mike sighed dramatically. "A wedding. Is he getting married?"
    "No," Della said, "a friend of his...I guess. " She didn't want to tell Mike how she came by the information. He was already looking at her funny.
    Della signed rapidly. "I have this dream, of somebody holding me down in a pool. Recently a wedding ring started dropping in the water. I don't know if there is any connection with that and this wedding."
    "Oh, now it makes sense." Mike looked at her and nodded. "It makes perfect sense. A dream about a ring and an attraction to a guy. It makes perfect sense."
    "It does?" Della asked tentatively. At the best of times it was hard to tell when Mike was joking or being serious.
    "No Della. I am not serious. You realize that this sounds crazy. You had a dream about a ring and now you are spying on a guy that you are attracted to."
    "It may be significant," Della signed.
    Mike grunted.
    They headed to the north gardens. Della looked at her watch. It was four o'clock. She had anticipated that this was the time when most weddings would be in session. She was right.
    The guests were all seated under a white tent, which was decorated with glorious fresh flowers.
    Even Mike commented on the decor. "That is impressive."
    "Yes," Della said, still searching through the assembled guests to see if she could spot Luca Lawson. In the two rows of chairs she couldn't see him.
    She drifted closer to the tent and then stopped. He was to the far right in the second row and was seated in an aisle seat beside a lady in a red dress. Della's heart started doing a weird skittering motion.
    The lady was gripping his hand possessively. Her nicely manicured nails were done in a French manicure; she had her thumb rhythmically rubbing Luca's hand. It was a show of ownership.
    Della stared dazedly at the lady's hands. She had two rings on her fingers. Her fingers were long and perfectly manicured.
    When the lady turned her head in Della's direction, Della got a full look at her and then she gasped.
    She was happy that her gasp was silent; she didn't want Mike asking her any questions.
    The lady was beautiful; she looked to be in her thirties. She had one of those classically beautiful faces, with pure honey gold skin and seductive pillowy lips.
    Della stepped back from the tent but not before glancing at Luca. He didn't look particularly happy or sad; his expression was neutral as he watched the bride and groom exchange their vows at the front of the tent.
    She wondered who they were. Were they relatives of his? The groom was short and chunky and had a receding hair line. The bride was slim and pretty. She looked a little bit like Hazel with her curly hair and peanut butter skin.
    Della slowly backed away from the tent. What was she doing here, anyway? Mike followed behind her closely.
    "Did you see who you came to see?" he asked.
    "Yes." Della nodded.
    "And?" Mike asked.
    "I want to go home," Della signed. "I think I am having a headache."
    Mike picked up