to know I don’t hold what Melinda did against her. I came back to tell her so. Everyone makes mistakes, myself included. It’s just that I don’t understand why Melinda would pick me for her fantasy bridegroom. We hardly know each other.”
Bertie smiled over her shoulder. “The answer is there for you to see, Benjamin. All you need to do is open your mind.”
“Open my mind?” Ben reared back in his chair.
“That’s the problem! I have opened it, and I’ve been in a state of shock ever since I read this morning’s newspaper! Marry Melinda? I swear it was the first time I’d heard of it.”
Her eyes took on a sparkle. “Perhaps so, but I believe you and Melinda were fated to meet again. It doesn’t matter how. Although I have to admit the circumstances are a bit unusual.”
“You got that right,” Ben murmured under his breath.
“However, I’m very pleased at Melinda’s choice,” she went on. “I’ve always said you’re a fine young man.”
He would have laughed at her naïveté if she hadn’t been so sincere. Bertie wouldn’t have seen anything wrong with him even if the truth stared her in the face. “After all the crazy things I managed to get into in high school?”
“Boys are boys,” she agreed. “It comes with the territory. But I’m sure what you did then was harmless and not at anyone’s expense. Just look at you now! Ojai owes you a great deal for all you’ve done for us.”
After Bertie’s endorsement, he was beginning to think there was a halo blinking above his head. So why didn’t he feel saintly?
In the interest of getting out of here before the morning was through, Ben agreed his intentions were good. It wasn’t all that much, but every little bit helped. “Thank you. But to get back to why I’m here. I want to set the record straight. I got angry because I hate to be used. Or made to do something I hadn’t planned for…like get married.”
“If it will make you feel better, go right ahead and get it off your chest.” She smiled and waited expectantly. “But I’m all for you and my niece getting married.”
Ben took a deep breath. “I want to go on record that I haven’t spoken to Melinda in years before now—certainly not since high school. The truth is, I don’t remember her. So you see,” he went on earnestly, “I couldn’t have proposed.”
Bertie set a steaming cup of coffee on the table in front of him. “Perhaps. What do you think prompted my niece to plan a marriage to you if fate hadn’t prompted her to make her little mistake?”
Little mistake! It was a mistake large enough to change his life!
He munched on a chocolate-filled cookie and gazed around the kitchen. “Maybe, but considering we’re knee-deep in bridal territory, I guess it could have been natural for Melinda to play out her dream wedding on the Internet. Maybe it was a harmless fantasy—but it sure backfired. I’m not even sure it’ll help even if she does retract the story,” he said morosely.
Bertie smiled. “You’re thinking of changing your mind about asking Melinda to go ahead with the retraction, aren’t you?”
“How did you know?” The way the woman was able to read him was beginning to make him nervous. Why hadn’t he left well enough alone and kept on going when he’d left the first time? Why had he given in to the urge to come back to explain himself to someone who was convinced fate was about to make him her nephew?
“By the way, Ms. Bertie, a moment ago you said you expected me to come back. How did you know I would change my mind?”
She answered his question with a question of her own. “You have come back, haven’t you?”
Ben took a deep swallow of coffee and studied his companion. Did the little park have some magical power that had worked on him? Had it been Bertie herself who had willed him back? He shook his head to clear it. No matter what she might believe about fate and destiny, he for one was living in a real world. He tried again.
“I have to tell you that when I found myself in the park across the street, the strangest feeling came over me, Ms. Bertie. Before I knew it, I found myself back at your door.” He shook his head in wonder. “I had the strongest feeling someone was sending me a message.”
She beamed at him as if he’d passed some kind of test. “I’m so pleased you feel this way. You see, when Melinda asked you to go along with the wedding, it was more than a matter of pride.” She slid the plate of cookies closer to him. “Here, have another cookie.”
“Thanks.” Years of Bertie’s famous cookies had turned him into a cookie addict. “Too bad you aren’t running a bakery instead of a bridal shop, Ms. Bertie.” He wouldn’t have been in such a mess. Bertie might be oblivious to the implications of Melinda’s wedding announcement, but it was his life they were talking about. “Go ahead.”
“The bridal shop is on the verge of bankruptcy,” Bertie began slowly, but he could see a hint of sadness in her eyes. Obviously, even guardian angels had human feelings. The knowledge that he might be adding to her unhappiness made him feel worse than ever.
“Melinda doesn’t think I know the financial status of the shop, but I do,” Bertie went on. “I couldn’t let on that I knew the truth. Not when she left a good position in San Francisco to come back to help me. Why,” she added proudly, “she’s even added a bridal referral service to make ends meet. It has been useful, but I’m afraid there aren’t enough interested brides in Ojai. Young women today aren’t interested in tradition. They go to a bigger city to shop.”
Ben stirred uncomfortably. “I’m truly sorry to hear that, Ms. Bertie. I remember my sisters telling me how helpful you were with their weddings.”
“Thank you, Benjamin, it’s kind of you to say so. The fact is that because of the state of my finances, Melinda is afraid any unusual or adverse publicity would hurt the little business I do have left. So you see, by asking you to go along with her, she was only trying to protect me.”
Now Ben really felt like a worm. If only Melinda’s make-believe wedding hadn’t involved him, he might even have thought the caper was amusing. Now, after hearing Bertie’s story, the picture was changing. The problem was more than Melinda’s pride—Bertie’s future was at stake. Damn!
As if sensing his mixed emotions, Bertie leaned over and patted his hand. “It’s not your fault Melinda’s fantasy went awry, dear boy. I believe that there’s another reason that prompted her to set her fantasy in motion.” Her blue eyes lightened as she gazed fondly at him. “I believe this is a moment to give you both a second chance to fulfill your destinies. Fate brought you two together.”
Ben felt shivers run up and down his spine. He was in between a rock and a hard place. He didn’t want to remarry, not yet. And certainly not after his earlier marriage had been such a sorry experience. There was also his uncle Joseph who was after him to marry and start a family. And women at the country club who seemed to be set on being his wife.
Maybe a make-believe marriage to Melinda Carey could be the answer.
Then, too, from what he understood, there was Bertie. She could lose everything she’d spent a lifetime working for.
He struggled for an answer, but one thing was clear. It was beginning to look as if he might be damned if he went through with the wedding and damned if he didn’t.
“Aunt Bertie! Ben! What’s going on?” Ben jumped to his feet as Melinda rushed into the room. Bertie calmly motioned him back to his seat. “I was just explaining the situation to Benjamin, dear.”
Melinda was horrified. To her, “situation” could mean only one thing. “Aunt Bertie, please tell me you didn’t!”
Her aunt’s guilty look was all the answer Melinda needed. She turned her gaze on the noncommittal look on Ben’s face. Her aunt not only knew the truth about her financial affairs,