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Authors: Judy Baer
Marlo didn’t recognize the handwriting. The penmanship was feminine. She tore open the envelope. Jake leaned over her shoulder and they read it together.
Marlo—
I’m sorry I gave you such a hard time. I love Jake so much that I’ve never thought anyone was good enough for him (except me, of course, ha-ha!) But you are first-rate, through and through. I realized that when we visited at the hospital. If I can’t have him, then I think you might be the one to whom I’d entrust my sweet “big brother.” If he loves you, that is. I want nothing but the best for the man who is my champion, protector and first love. Please accept my apologies for how badly I treated you. You terrified me from the first minute I met you. I suppose I knew you were a woman who could take Jake away from me. Little
did I know that you were actually the one woman I could trust not to!
Randy and I are more suited to each other anyway. He’s been wonderful throughout Cammi’s crisis. I think I’m falling in love with him. Time will tell. Of course, there will never be anyone like Jake ever again. He’s definitely worth loving.
Someday I hope we can be friends—
Sabrina
She looked up. “I had no idea.”
“I didn’t either.” A soft smile graced Jake’s lips. “Sabrina’s always told me everything—until now. But you won her over.”
“You are a very tolerant man, Jake Hammond.”
“It comes with years of practice. First my father and his idiosyncrasies, then Sabrina and training unbroken horses, and now…” he hesitated “…there’s you.” He pointed at the box at her feet. “Open it. I’ve wanted to give this to you for a long time but never thought the time was right. You made it pretty clear that you didn’t want me around.”
“Shhh. I don’t want to talk about that anymore. When I back into things, I can’t see where I’m going. Like with you.”
She opened the box and her expression grew puzzled. It was a small, black plastic lump that resembled a tiny television with a cord. “What is it?”
“A navigating system for your car so you won’t get lost.”
She picked it up and a card fell out of the box. She laid the navigator on her lap and opened the card. This one was in Jake’s strong hand: “Here’s something to make your days a little easier, at least in the car. If you’d let me, I’d like to help you find your way through the rest of your life, as well—Jake.”
“It’s about time,” Marlo said softly, thinking of the List lying on the dresser in her bedroom. “I’ve been waiting for you forever.”
She couldn’t—didn’t want to—say more. She closed her eyes as Jake’s loving kiss touched her lips.
An
excellent
kisser. Check.
M
arlo turned slowly in front of the mirror, again checking her sophisticated, white silk dress. Its simplicity heightened the garment’s restrained elegance and was likely be the most restrained thing about the next few hours. Jake had insisted on a wedding celebration unlike any other, and with Lucy, Tildy and Franco’s help, Marlo thought they just might pull it off.
This wedding was definitely the most untraditional, the members of the Bridesmaid Club agreed, as they primped and preened in the women’s restroom facility in Hammond Stables’ indoor arena. Each attendant had chosen her own brightly colored garment, and Marlo felt as though she were surrounded by a cluster of beautiful flowers, each more rich and vibrant than the last.
“Ready, ladies?” Tildy poked her head into the room where the group had gathered. “Everybody is waiting.”
Obediently, they trooped into line and to the strains of Bach’s “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring” exited one by one into the wide-open space of the riding arena filled with people seated in white wooden chairs. Marlo, hanging back, peeked through the door at the scene of her wedding. The fence surrounding the riding
area was trimmed with sparkling white lights and miles of white netting. Lavish bouquets of flowers flanked both sides of the pastor’s podium, and a white carpet was being rolled down the aisle through the sandlike compound on the floor by two architects-turned-ushers from Jake’s firm. His friends in the wedding party were wearing tuxedos that were a little dusty at the hems, but no less elegant. Off to the side waited two restless white horses, hitched to a white carriage, waiting for their moment to carry the bride and groom to the reception hall.
She glanced at one section of chairs, those set aside for the families of children who rode in Jake’s program, and was gratified to see they were full. Many of the My Own Pony participants were in attendance. They were family to her and Jake now. Jake’s relatives, professional associates and friends had also come out in full force, as had almost everyone who had ever bought or sold a horse at Hammond Stables.
In the front row, her mother looked both pleased and confused. The arena was a far cry from where she’d expected her daughter to marry, and she didn’t take her eyes off Feather and Lovey, as the two horses meandered free in the arena. Not only beautiful and bomb-proof, the horses were also snoopy, and more than once had to be shooed away as they investigated the flowers and some of the guests. It wouldn’t seem right, Jake had said, to marry in the arena without any horses present, and Marlo had agreed. Still, she’d burst out laughing when she and Lucy drove to the ranch to find every horse in sight festooned with a wedding-white bridle with white carnations woven into the buckles.
Sabrina was with Randy, and the glow on the young man’s face was as bright as the one Marlo felt growing in her.
A time to love…
Then the only face she could see was Jake’s, suffused with happiness and anticipation.
As she stepped out and linked arms with her father to walk
down the aisle, she glanced at her bouquet where she’d placed a folded piece of paper among the roses. The Cinderella List would walk down the aisle with her today, and then be tucked away until she had a daughter of her own. When her daughter had questions about how her mother and father had met, she would bring it out and tell her the story of how she got her prince.
Dear Reader,
I think horses are some of the most beautiful and amazing creatures created by God. Intelligent, graceful and sensitive, it is no wonder they can be used as a means of therapy for the disabled as well as teamwork training, teaching and coaching. The Greek name for
horse
is
hippos
and
hippotherapy
means
treatment or therapy assisted by a horse.
I am trained and certified in equine-assisted psychotherapy and teaching so it was a special delight to create a hero who shares an interest of mine. Jake Hammond is a handsome, successful architect but his real passion is Hammond Stables, his family’s business. As a successful horse breeder, Jake wants to see the stable facility used for something more—as a venue for disabled children and therapists to meet and work.
Marlo Mayfield becomes a volunteer at the facility. Since childhood, Marlo and her sister, Jenny, have played a game they refer to as the Cinderella List, which inventories all the desirable qualities of a true Prince Charming. She believes Prince Charming doesn’t exist—until she meets Jake Hammond.
I hope you’ll enjoy compassionate, easygoing Jake, bighearted, quirky Marlo and the horses (and food) that bring them together. I’d love to hear from you. Feel free to write to me c/o Steeple Hill, 233 Broadway, Suite 1001, New York, NY 10279.
Warm wishes,
ISBN: 978-1-4268-5268-8
THE CINDERELLA LIST
Copyright © 2010 by Judy Duenow
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