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BRIDAL JITTERS

Castle, Jayne - HARMONY - Bridal Jitters

JAYNE CASTLE

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Harmony: Cadence City, two hundred years after the closing of the Curtain

"So, is it true what they say about ghost-hunters?" Adeline Delmore leaned close

and lowered her voice as she helped herself to another orange-frosted cookie. "Are

they really amazing in bed after they've zapped a ghost? I've heard the sex is

unbelievable right after a burn."

The question caught Virginia Burch just as she took a sip of the sparkling wine

punch. She coughed and sputtered. Heat infused her cheeks. Unfortunately, she

reflected glumly, bright pink was not her best color, especially on her face. She

glanced wildly around to make sure no one else had overheard Adeline's outrageous

question.

The offices of Gage & Burch were crowded with friends and colleagues, some of

whom she could not recognize because, even though they were here to celebrate her

engagement, most wore masks and costumes. It was Halloween week, after all;

otherwise known here in Cadence as party-till-you-drop week. She wondered if the

fact that her friends had cho-

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sen to throw a surprise engagement party with a Halloween theme was a bad omen.

Not that she needed any more to warn her that her forthcoming marriage was probably

a huge mistake.

Luckily someone had cranked up the volume of the music. The throbbing beat of a

rez-rock song created a blanket of white noise that effectively shrouded

conversations. As far as she could tell, no one had overheard Adeline's question

about the sexual habits of ghost-hunters.

"Uh," Virginia said. To buy herself some time, she groped for a napkin decorated

with a cartoon picture of a woman in a pointy black hat and a cape, riding a

broomstick. "Uh, wellÐ"

"I've heard the stories," Adeline continued, eyes gleaming. "And if you'll

recall, I dated that good-looking hunter for a while. The one with the blue eyes and

the curly black hair. I can't remember his name."

"Brett." It was hard to keep up with Adeline's ever-changing list of boyfriends,

Virginia thought. But Brett had been memorable mostly because he had been a

swaggering braggart. Of course, a lot of ghost-hunters were swaggering braggarts.

But not Sam. Whatever else he was, he was not a typical hunter.

She glanced across the room to where her new combination fiance/business partner

stood talking with one of the guests. Sam Gage didn't have to do any bragging, she

thought wistfully. You knew just by looking at him that he could take care of

himself and any ghost that happened along.

She was pretty sure he'd be terrific in bed, too, but she was beginning to think

she might never find out the truth of that for herself.

"Oh, yeah, right," Adeline said. "Brett. That was his name. At any rate, he made

some very interesting claims and promises. Ghost-hunters are not exactly shy when it

comes to

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telling you about their sexual prowess. But our relationship didn't last long

enough for me to run an experiment. Anyhow, I'm curious. I realize it's none of my

businessÐ"

"No, it's not."

"But I am your very best friend in the entire world," Adeline reminded her. "If

you can't tell me, who can you tell?"

Virginia cleared her throat and decided to be honest. "Sorry, I'm not in a

position to answer your question."

Adeline looked dumbfounded. "You're not? But you're going to marry Sam Gage. He's

a hunter. This is your engagement party."

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"Oddly enough, it looks more like a Halloween party to me."

"Okay, okay, so we decided to give it a theme. All the best parties have themes.

I read it in last month's issue of Harmonic Home & Garden."

"I can't believe Harmonic Home & Garden told you that Halloween is considered an

appropriate theme for an engagement party."

"Personally, I thought it was kind of original." Adeline looked across the

crowded room to where Sam stood. A speculative light glittered in her deceptively

innocent eyes. "Are you telling me that you two haven't done it yet? How weird."

' 'Adeline, I explained that Sam and I intend to apply for a two-year

marriage-of-convenience license, not a covenant license."

"So what? That doesn't mean you aren't going to sleep together, does it?''

Adeline broke off abruptly, eyes widening. "Does it?"

"This is business." Virginia swallowed. "I told you that."

Adeline looked skeptical. "One hundred percent business?"

"Yes."

"No fooling around at all?"

Virginia fought to quell the panic that had been nibbling at

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her for the past few days. "Like I said, it's a business arrangement."

Adeline groaned. "I don't believe it. You and Sam are a perfect couple."

Virginia paused, her plastic cup of punch halfway to her mouth. "What ever gave

you that idea?"

"Are you kidding? You and Sam were made for each other. You've got so much in

common."

"Such as?"

Adeline's brow climbed. "Well, for openers, you're both repressed, obsessive

workaholics. Neither one of you seems to know how to have fun."

"Thanks a lot."

Adeline chuckled. "Should have seen the looks on your faces when you walked into

the office this evening."

"We weren't expecting a party, Adeline."

"Yeah, I know." Adeline smiled smugly. "It was a surprise party. And it worked,

didn't it?"

Virginia thought about the way her stomach had clenched when she had opened the

door a short time earlier and been greeted with shrieks of "Surprise.''

"It worked," she mumbled into her punch. "I was definitely surprised."

Adeline gave her an admonishing frown. "A lot of people went to a lot of effort

to pull this off. Do me a favor: Try to look like you're having a good time, okay?

Sam is taking it in stride."

Sam could take anything in stride, Virginia thought morosely, even an

unanticipated engagement party. She caught a glimpse of him through the forest of

black and orange balloons that dangled from the ceiling. He was still talking to the

earnest-looking man in glasses.

Even surrounded by bobbing cardboard goblins, plastic jack-o'-lanterns and

several yards of black and orange crepe

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paper, he looked, as he invariably did, completely at ease, totally in control.

He was a powerful dissonance-energy para-resonatorÐa ghost-hunterÐbut,

thankfully, he did not go in for the longhaired, supermacho, khaki-and-leather look

favored by most hunters. Tonight he was dressed in a black T-shirt, black trousers,

and a tan jacket that fit well across his broad shoulders. He wore his resonating

amber in a simple, gold ring rather than set in a massive belt buckle or a flashy

pendant.

There was a relaxed air about him. The graceful languor of a natural-born

predator at ease between kills emanated from him in psychic waves. Virginia could

feel the disturbing energy all the way across the room. No one else seemed to be

particularly aware of that auraÐboth dangerous and deeply sensualÐthat enveloped

him, but it stirred all the tiny hairs on the nape of her neck.

Another twinge of panic zapped through her, unsettling both her physical and

paranormal senses. The combined assault on her awareness made her shiver. The

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anxiety attacks were getting worse, she thought. Every time she contemplated

marriage to Sam, she felt the small, high-rez shocks of trepidation.

What had she done?

She had agreed to marry Sam Gage; that was what she had done. Granted, it was

only a two-year marriage-of-convenience. Nevertheless, she was going to be legally

tied to him for two full years.

What had she done?

She forced herself to take a couple of deep breaths. When that did not block the

tide of uneasiness that was doing such strange things to her insides, she tried

another sip of the wine punch.

Just a marriage-of-convenience. They were common enough. It would end in two

years unless she and Sam elected to renew it for another two-year period. There

would be no

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reason to do that, she assured herself; no excuse to convert the MC into a more

formal and far more binding covenant marriage.

Adeline was right; she had to project a little more good-natured enthusiasm here,

Virginia told herself. She had agreed to the MC, after all. It was a terrific

business move. And she certainly could not blame her friends for throwing a party.

They meant well. And she was genuinely fond of most of them.

She was surrounded with a representative sprinkling of the professional and

not-so-professional types involved in the many legitimate and not-so-legitimate

businesses that had grown up around the excavation of the Dead City of Old Cadence.

There were a number of academics from the university who were in the process of

building distinguished careers studying the alien ruins. There were also several

contract and freelance para-archaeologists, such as herself, and a few of Sam's

ghost-hunter buddies who provided security to the excavation teams. In addition,

there was a colorful assortment of gallery owners, hustlers, and ruin rats who

worked the fringes of the trade in alien artifacts.

It was a mixed lot, to say the least, but they were all bound by their mutual

interest in making their livings from the exploration and excavation of the ruins

left by the long-vanished Harmonics.

It should have been a cheerful occasion, but she could feel the panic nibbling at

her stomach.

"Sorry, Adeline. I guess I'm not in a party mood tonight."

"Fake it," Adeline said with a stern look.

Virginia gave her a reluctant smile. "Yes, ma'am."

"That's better." Adeline searched her face more closely. "What's the matter? I

thought you were excited about this arrangement. Why the cold feet?"

"I'm not getting cold feet."

"Yes, you are. This is your old pal, Adeline, remember? I

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know you better than anyone else. You've been getting increasingly short-tempered

and high-strung for the past two weeks."

Virginia glared at her and picked up the punch ladle. "I've been a little busy

lately, okay? I just finished the Henderson job yesterday, and Sam and I signed our

first joint client this morning. We start work on the project tomorrow. On top of

everything else my family is hassling me about this MC, even though I've explained a

hundred times that it's just a business deal."

"Your family is still convinced that Sam is just taking advantage of you?''

"That's their official position." Virginia ladled more punch into her cup. "But

the truth is, they want me to settle down in a covenant marriage with Duncan."

Adeline shrugged. "Can't blame them. Duncan is a great catch. Good family, good

connections. Nice guy."

"Duncan and I are friends, but it will never amount to more than that." Virginia

dropped the ladle back into the bowl and took a hefty swallow of the punch. "Duncan

and I both know it, even if our families don't."

"You mean you don't love him, and he doesn't love you."

"Yes. That's exactly what I mean."

Adeline raised her brows. "So, instead of a nice, safe marriage to good ol'

Duncan, you're going to take a flyer on a two-year MC with a man you hardly know and

who is a ghost-hunter to boot. Gee, can't imagine why the family is upset about that

decision. Nope. Can't think of a single reason why your relatives would have a

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problem with your plans."

Virginia gave her a speaking glance. "It's business."

Adeline assumed an infuriating all-knowing expression. "Know what I think?"

"What?"

"I think you've got a radical case of nerves. Bridal jitters, as my aunt Sally

would say."

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"That's ridiculous. Why would I be nervous?"

"Excellent question."

"This is just a business deal." Virginia suspected that she was beginning to

sound desperate. She tried to temper her tone. She wanted to sound calm and cool. As

calm and cool as Sam had sounded when he had presented her with the proposition

three weeks ago.

"This section of the Old Quarter is slated for gentrification within the next

couple of years," he had explained. "Investors and developers are already starting

to nose around. This house is going to be worth a fortune soon. But in the meantime,

I've got to find a way to hang on to it."

She gazed at her new landlord in genuine alarm. She had rented her office and her

upstairs apartment from him less than two months ago. She had found the old house at

the end of a long, fruitless day spent tracking down the addresses of virtually

every affordable rental in the Old Quarter of Cadence City. It had not been an

advertised rental, but she had decided to make inquiries after noting the small sign

on the door, which read Dead City Security, Sam Gage, Prop.

Her intent had been to ask the unknown Mr. Gage, who was clearly a small

businessperson like herself, if he was aware of any suitable space in the

neighborhood. The choicest rentals, she had learned, were frequently obtained by

word of mouth rather than through the want ads.

Her initial impression of Sam Gage, the owner and sole employee of Dead City

Security, was that he was not what one expected in a ghost-hunter who had set up

shop as a security consultant. She had found him in his office, ankles propped on

his desk, deep into the current issue of the Journal of Para-Archaeology. Heavy

reading for a ghost-hunter, she thought. Most of the ones she knew preferred

Sex-Starved Psychic Playmates and Naked Amazon Maidens of the Alien Catacombs.

Before the end of the conversation, Gage had offered her

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an office on the first floor and an apartment on the second. She had fallen in

love with both spaces the moment she had seen them. She was beginning to think that

she had fallen in love with her new landlord at approximately the same time, but

that was another issue altogether, one she did not want to confront.

"Hang on to it?" she repeated warily. "Is there a problem?"

"Just the usual. Taxes, upkeep, repairs." He spread the fingers of his

amber-ringed hand in a gesture that encompassed all the trials and tribulations of

home ownership. "This house was built right after the Era of Discord. That makes it

over a hundred and fifty years old. It was built to last, so it's sound, but it

needs a lot of work."

"I see." She looked around at the elegant molding, gleaming wooden floors, and

uniquely framed windows.

The place was perfect for her one-person consulting business. The location, only

two short blocks from the great, green quartz wall that surrounded the Dead City,

was ideal. Her work required frequent trips both above ground and deep into the

catacombs of the ancient alien ruins. From here, she could walk to her job site,

which meant she would not have the expense of a car.

She cleared her throat uneasily. "Are you thinking of raising the rent already?

Because, if so, I'd like to remind you that I do have a one-year lease."

He braced his hands on the top of her desk and leaned slightly forward. His

amber-colored eyes were steady and intent. "No, I'm not going to raise your rent.

I've got a proposition for you. If things work out the way I think they will, we'll

both make a killing."

His idea had been a straightforward business arrangement. A

marriage-of-convenience and a merger of her consulting business with his Dead City

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Security. He'd painted a dazzling picture. Operating as a single entity, Gage &

Burch Consult-

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ing, they would double their resources overnight. Together, they would be able to

compete for larger, more lucrative clients. The increased revenue would go into

maintenance. The MC would ensure that they paid lower taxes. When the house was sold

to developers in two years, they would share equally in the profits. A win-win

situation.

All she had to do was find a way to be as cold-blooded about the arrangement as

Sam. Unfortunately, the closer they drew to the date of the wedding, the less

certain she was that such a thing was possible.

"I told you," Virginia said to Adeline. "Sam wants to hang on to this house until

some developer is willing to pay big bucks for it. He offered to cut me in on the

profits. It's a terrific business opportunity for me." Who was she trying to

convince? She wondered.

Adeline reached for a piece of neon-orange candy. "Maybe the fact that it's just

a business deal is part of the problem. Maybe that's not what you want."

No, Virginia thought. It most definitely was not what she wanted. Late this

afternoon, after a long walk and a cup of coffee in the lonely little park at the

end of the street, she had finally forced herself to face that fact. She was in love

with Sam, but all he wanted from her was her signature on a contract. Marriage,

especially a marriage-of-convenience, would be hell. The frustration factor alone

would probably drive her to the nearest para-psych ward within a month. She was

almost sure now that she could not go through with the arrangement.

But she had not yet figured out how to tell Sam.

She had planned to get things out in the open tonight. Then she had opened the

door of the office and walked straight into the engagement party.

She could hardly bring up the subject now in the midst of a party. She would wait

until morning. Tomorrow would be soon enough to tell him that she was having second

thoughts.

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She felt a guilty sense of relief at having made the decision to put off the

inevitable for another few hours.

She was getting cold feet. He could feel the chill clear across the room. Every

time he caught her eye, she averted her gaze or started up an earnest conversation

with whoever happened to be standing nearby.

The last of the guests finally departed shortly after midnight. Sam closed the

door behind the laggard and turned to see Virginia sinking down into the chair

behind her desk. His bride-to-be looked both relieved and exhausted. She also looked

cross. But then, lately she frequently looked tense and irritable. Bridal jitters.

The odd thing was that the more anxious she got, the calmer and more certain he

became.

She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes. "Thought they'd never go."

"They meant well," he said.

"I know." She rested her head against the back of her chair. "But they don't

understand."

"Sure they do. We're getting married. People like to celebrate marriages. Even

MCs."

"I don't see why."

"Because there is a streak of the romantic buried somewhere inside most people,"

he explained patiently. "Deep down, everyone hopes that marriages-of-convenience

will morph into the real thing."

"That's a highly unrealistic expectation. Statistically speaking, most MCs end on

the first or second renewal date unless someone makes a mistake and gets pregnant."

She paused meaningfully. "And there is absolutely no excuse for that kind of

mistake."

"Right. No excuse."

Few mistakes of that sort were made because the First Generation colonists who

had settled Harmony had crafted very strict legislation covering marriage and

family. The more lib-

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eral social policies of Earth had been abandoned when the energy Curtain that had

served as a gate between worlds had unexpectedly closed, stranding the settlers. The

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