Forgotten Honeymoon by Beverly Farr Read Free Book Online

moment, her eyes
glistening with unshed tears. “Oh, Lars, I’m sorry.”
    He didn’t want her apologies. “We agreed that
you’d file for an uncontested divorce and no one would be the
wiser.”
    “But then I came home, wrecked my car, and
forgot to file.”
    “Yes.” And he’d run off to Boston, not
knowing she was hurt. He couldn’t help but wonder what would have
happened if he’d stayed in Dallas. What if he’d been the one to
greet her in the hospital, instead of Nigel? If he’d told her the
truth then, could he have convinced her that they were happily
married after a whirlwind courtship? And as long as she didn’t
remember, she need never have known that she’d changed her
mind.
    But he would have known. And he couldn’t trap
her into staying married to him with a lie.
    Kelly’s mouth twisted in a wry smile. “You
must have been surprised to get my wedding invitation.”
    Her smile wrenched his heart, reminding him
of what they had shared and what he’d lost. No matter how bad
things got, she kept her sense of humor. “That’s putting it
mildly.”
    #
    “Kelly Henderson. Mrs. Lars Henderson.” Kelly
addressed her reflection as she brushed her teeth that night, but
saying the words didn’t make it seem any more real.
    How could she have married Lars? She’d loved
Nigel, hadn’t she? After today’s unpleasantness, she wondered if
she’d ever really known Nigel, or if she’d merely seen what she
wanted to see.
    She’d found his accent intriguing. The most
commonplace statements seem more clever or romantic when said with
a British accent. Nigel also had a fun, creative career as a
musician. She’d been enchanted, and hadn’t looked beyond the
surface.
    That still didn’t explain her sleeping with
Lars. She’d always liked him and admired him, but she’d never
thought of him as a lover.
    Or had she subconsciously? Today she’d been
very aware of him physically, reaching out to take his hand,
wanting him near her.
    But what did he want? How did he feel?
Tonight, when he’d told her what had happened that weekend in
March, he sounded as if he were making a factual presentation to
the Board of Directors. She had no idea how he felt about it, other
than his saying he found her attractive. Did he love her or had he
offered to marry her because he felt sorry for her? That sounded
like the Lars she knew. He probably thought he was being
chivalrous.
    Who did he think he was, some knight in
shining armor, riding to the rescue?
    She didn’t want to be rescued; she just
wanted to understand what had happened. At least his annoyance that
morning made sense now. He thought she was getting married to Nigel
while she was still married to him.
    Could she have slept with Lars out of
revenge? That didn’t mesh with the person she knew she was. She’d
never use a friend so callously, or had she? Nothing made
sense.
    Kelly sat on the edge of her four poster bed.
Two days ago, her biggest concerns had been getting Nigel’s wedding
ring engraved and sending out an extra invitation to her Aunt Lily
whose invitation had been lost in the mail.
    Now she had to worry about her unborn child
who might grow up with estranged parents. Could she and Lars build
a future together? Should they?
    She rolled over in bed and hugged her pillow,
remembering Lars saying good night tonight. He’d given her a hug
like old times, and kissed her forehead. For an instant she’d been
tempted to reach up and bring her lips to his, as if a kiss would
make everything better.
    “Everything is going to be fine,” he’d
whispered against her hair. She wanted to believe him, but she was
a realist. There were too many unanswered questions.
    They still hadn’t decided what they’d tell
her mother, whether they’d live together, whether they’d even stay
married. But she knew Lars. She trusted him. Together they’d do
what was best for the baby.
    #
    “Oh, don’t mind me, Claire,” Kelly said
breezily as she pushed open the