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  He was leaning toward her slightly, one hand over the back of the stall, the other free to do whatever it wanted.

  She suddenly wanted his arms around her. She suddenly wanted a lot more than that.

  As if he was reading the message in her eyes, he murmured, “I almost did this last night.”

  And then his arm was around her and he bent his head to hers.

  The first touch of Zack’s lips wasn’t anything like Jenny expected. She’d expected hard, possessive and arrogant. His lips were firm as if he knew what he wanted. But they were coaxing, too…encouraging her to respond.

  If she had thought further than that, she might have saved them both a lot of trouble. But she didn’t, because all of her concentration was on the feel of his mouth, the touch of his tongue against hers, the strength of his arms as he pulled her closer. The kiss was a flash from the past that could be a plunge into the future.

  Dear Reader,

  Can a woman ever forget her first love? Fortunately, my first love proposed! He was my first serious relationship and we clicked as if we’d known each other before we met. We fit.

  Zack and Jenny fit when they found each other as teenagers. But dreams and past hurts separated them…. Until fifteen years later, at their high school reunion, they realized they still had a bond that might never fade.

  This book celebrates young love and the reuniting of hearts. To young love, mature love and the love in between!

  Best,

  Karen Rose Smith

  ONCE UPON A GROOM

  KAREN ROSE SMITH

  Books by Karen Rose Smith

  Harlequin Special Edition

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  "Dream Marriage"

  KAREN ROSE SMITH

  is the award-winning, bestselling novelist of more than seventy published romances. Her latest series, Reunion Brides, is set near Flagstaff, Arizona, in Miners Bluff, the fictional town she created. After visiting Flagstaff, the Grand Canyon and Sedona, she felt that the scenery was so awe-inspiring that she had to set books there. When not writing, she likes to garden, growing herbs, vegetables and flowers. She lives with her husband—her college sweetheart—and their two cats in Pennsylvania. Readers may email her through her website at www.karenrosesmith.com, follow her on Facebook or Twitter @karenrosesmith or write to her at P.O. Box 1545, Hanover, PA 17331.

  With fond remembrance of Joan.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  July

  As Zack Decker approached Jenny Farber in the cafeteria, decorated with blue and yellow streamers, memories washed over him. He struggled to maintain the cool facade that had enabled him to direct the most temperamental actresses…that had allowed him to hide the turmoil that had churned inside him since he’d left Miners Bluff fifteen years ago.

  In a strapless yellow dress that accentuated her slim but curvy figure, Jenny was dancing with a classmate. The way she was smiling up at the man lit the wrong fuse on Zack’s usually controlled temper.

  He clasped Brody Hazlett’s shoulder, dredged up a smile he didn’t feel and ignored the hushed surprise of other classmates he hadn’t seen in years. “Can I cut in?”

  Brody let go of Jenny’s hand and faced Zack, his expression friendly. “Hi, Zack. It’s good to see you. The reunion must have meant a lot to you.”

  “The reunion, and a few other things,” Zack said off-handedly, his gaze on Jenny as the silver disco ball spun, casting flickering lights across her heart-shaped face. She’d left a message on his cell phone last week. He remembered her words. Zack, please come home for the reunion. I need to talk to you about Silas’s health.

  And here he was.

  Taking Jenny’s hand in his, he circled her with his arm and steeled himself. As his hand brushed over the bare skin of her back, golden sparks lit her expressive brown eyes, bringing back too many buried memories.

  “How long can you stay?” Jenny always went straight for the bottom line.

  “Until tomorrow afternoon. I have to be on location in England on Monday.”

  “That’s all the time you can spare?” Her voice was less accusatory than wistful…or regretful.

  “I hadn’t intended to come to the reunion, but with your call, I revamped my schedule.”

  The rhythm of the music overtook them for a few moments. It was a nineties ballad he recalled too well. The melody had wafted from the radio in the hayloft as the two of them…

  He shut down the movie in his mind, leaned away from her slender body that had caused an instantaneous and powerful reaction in his. “Do you want to go somewhere quieter to talk?”

  Quickly glancing around, she motioned toward the shadowy corridor lined with lockers where they had once exchanged heartfelt secrets…and kisses.

  He led the way as he always had, trying to forget that fifteen years ago, she hadn’t followed.

  Jenny attempted to calm her racing pulse and swallowed hard. Being in Zack’s arms again upturned her world until she became almost dizzy! He couldn’t still do that to her. She wouldn’t let him.

  She watched him stride toward the corridor leading to the stairwell where he stopped and waited for her. He obviously wasn’t used to waiting for anyone. He’d left her behind once before. She imagined he wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.

  Remember, he asked you to go with him.

  Yes, he had. But she’d been eighteen and had finally found roots with Zack’s parents. As for Zack, he’d wanted to escape both his roots and his mom and dad. All he’d focused on were his dreams and a film school scholarship in L.A. She hadn’t been able to pin their future on something so intangible. Her own father’s dreams had disappointed her too many times to count. Her job as a groom at the Rocky D, Olivia Decker’s faith in her and Silas Decker’s promise to give her more responsibility in the future had been grou
nding forces much more powerful than her fear of what lay ahead with Zack. But she had loved him in the ferocious way only an eighteen-year-old could love.

  As she walked beside Zack, her high heels clicking on the waxed tile, her arm brushed his. The shiver that rippled through her almost loosened the mass of blond curls she’d pinned on top of her head. How could the brush of her skin against his suit jacket cause such a reaction?

  He stopped halfway down the corridor, obviously hoping for privacy.

  She gazed up at Zack, reminded again of how tall six-foot-two could be, how broad his shoulders had become, how slim his hips still were. He’d always oozed a James Dean kind of sensuality and that hadn’t changed. With a small cleft at the center of his jaw, his tousled, almost raven-black hair just barely tamed by an obviously expensive cut, his stormy-blue eyes, she realized the tabloids always got it right—he was a heart-breaker.

  But then, she knew that from personal experience.

  She felt tongue-tied with him, and he seemed to be at a similar loss for words until he said, “I spoke with Dad when I arrived. Sorry I missed you, but I was delayed.”

  Had father and son finally had a heart-to-heart and found common ground? “And?” she prompted, instead of saying what she was thinking.

  “And,” he drawled, “I don’t understand why you needed me to come. He’s as contentious as ever. He wanted to know if I flew all this way for a few dances for old times’ sake.”

  “What did you tell him?”

  “The truth—that you thought something was wrong with him.”

  “Oh, Zack, you didn’t! I wanted you to observe him when he wasn’t aware of it. If he knows you’re watching, he’ll act all macho.”

  “Jenny, I don’t have time to follow him around and act as if I’m not. Like he wouldn’t catch on to that in about ten minutes.”

  Men! She was ready to throttle the two of them. Zack hadn’t been home for eight years—not since his mother’s funeral.

  “Something is wrong with him,” she insisted with so much vehemence, loose tendrils of hair fluttered along her cheeks. “He can’t walk from the house through the barn without getting winded. He hasn’t taken Hercules riding in weeks. He doesn’t even watch me train anymore. I spent every day in that house with him for the past sixteen years and I know when he’s off his game. He’s off, Zack, and I think there’s a physical reason.”

  “Then make him a doctor’s appointment.”

  “I did, several times. He won’t go. A few days before, he always cancels it.”

  Zack blew out a long breath and looked as if he were drawing on a short store of patience. “What do you want from me, Jenny?”

  The first answer that came to mind was—Not a blasted thing. Then she remembered the manners Olivia had taught her…the wisdom that she’d get what she wanted more easily with a light touch than with a heavy one.

  “Silas is getting older. What I think he needs most from you is your forgiveness.”

  They both went silent, then the surprise on Zack’s face quickly faded. “What do you want me to forgive him for?” he asked, in a low but angry voice. “For the gambling and drinking? For the affairs that hurt my mom? For his lack of faith in my abilities and my career path? Or for the big one—for being responsible for my mother’s death?”

  Jenny barely opened her mouth to protest before Zack moved closer. “Don’t give me a sympathetic, ‘Oh, Zack, that’s not true.’ Her plane went down because of a storm, but she was on it because my father had driven her away.”

  Jenny had been in the barn that day when Olivia had confronted Silas, holding the credit card statement showing the hotel bill, and the flower order she’d never received. Half the ranch hands had overheard their argument.

  All Jenny could say was, “He’s a different man now.”

  “Different? He’s the same man he’s always been. So what if he doesn’t gamble anymore?”

  This might be her only chance to make Zack understand. “When he lost Olivia, he didn’t just lose his wife, he lost you. All of that changed him.”

  Zack shook his head. “You’re as naive as you’ve ever been.”

  The arrogance in Zack’s voice nettled her. “No, I’m not naive, but I’ve watched him and worked beside him every day for all these years. He’s changed. He not only doesn’t gamble, but he doesn’t drink, either.”

  Instead of responding, Zack peered down the hall to the reunion going strong in the cafeteria. Then very quietly, firmly, he insisted, “I don’t belong here, Jenny. You fit in better than I ever did. My father didn’t want a son who escaped his parents’ fights by videotaping the scenery on Moonshadow Mountain, by recreating an old Western with some of his friends in Horsethief Canyon.”

  Tears burned her eyes because he was right. Zack and Silas had never understood each other very well. Still, she answered his vehemence with softness. “Silas wanted a son to take over the Rocky D. That’s all he ever expected of you.”

  “You know I loved training the horses, almost as much as you did. But I never wanted this to be the extent of my world. I had bigger dreams than that.”

  “And you’ve made them come true.”

  After a lengthy pause, he responded, “Yes, I have.”

  She heard the pride in his voice and knew his success was as important to him as the Rocky D was to Silas. “Then be a little generous,” she pleaded. “Be kind, and forgive what neither of you can change. Find out what it is to be father and son as grown-ups.”

  “You’re still an optimist who won’t step outside of her little world.”

  “Don’t talk down to me,” she returned hotly. “I found the life I want in Miners Bluff. If you want to travel the world, be my guest. But I’m perfectly happy right here on the Rocky D.”

  “You’re like him,” Zack maintained. “You both have tunnel vision. The two of you believe the Rocky D is the only world that matters, but you’re wrong. You’re also wrong about Dad needing my forgiveness. Granted, I haven’t been in much contact with him since Mom died—I phone now and then because he is my father—but he’s never reached out to me.”

  If her plea was for herself, she’d let Zack walk away. But it was for Silas. “Please, Zack. Can’t you at least stay for a few days? Or at least come back after the shoot.”

  “The shoot will take three months.”

  The walls in Zack’s eyes were as solid as the armor he wore on his heart. “So why did you bother to come home?”

  “Because you asked, and so I could get a quick peek for myself. I think you’re overreacting. Dad might simply be growing older and you don’t want to recognize that.”

  “You’re wrong.”

  “Time will tell. Make him another doctor’s appointment. That’s all you can do.”

  “He might listen to you.”

  “To a son he’s never listened to before? I doubt that.”

  “You’re as stubborn and blind as he is!” Her voice had risen and she hoped it hadn’t carried down the hall.

  “I’m not going to argue with you, Jenny. I have a plane to catch tomorrow afternoon.”

  She was outraged that he cared so little about Silas and the Rocky D that he wouldn’t stay long enough to see the full picture.

  “This project is important to me,” he went on. “It has to get off to a good start.”

  “And you don’t care what ends here?”

  “Everything here ended for me a long time ago.” With those words, and a last long look, Zack walked away.

  Jenny stared at his back, remembering the first time he’d left her. Six weeks later, she’d discovered she was pregnant. Six weeks after that, she’d miscarried.

  Zack Decker might think he knew everything, but he still didn’t know that.

  Chapter One

  Late October

  Finally back in L.A., Zack studied the stack of script revisions on his desk, the mound of messages not important enough to return while he’d been on location. He started with the most
recent, saw Dawson Barrett’s name and smiled. He and Dawson had kept in touch over the years, and they’d reconnected briefly at the reunion a few months ago.

  He’d call Dawson when he returned to his penthouse later that night. From the amount of reading on his desk, he would be staying in the city this weekend.

  He swore. He’d been looking forward to a couple of days at his house in Malibu. That was the one place he could relax. Usually he derived satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment after a movie was in the can. But this time, his mind had kept drifting. The adrenaline rush had been missing and he didn’t know why.

  His cell phone vibrated against his hip. He considered ignoring it, then pulled it from his belt and studied the caller ID on the screen, surprised to see it was Jenny. A sense of foreboding zipped from his head to his loafers.

  “Jenny?”

  Words came tumbling from her. “I was afraid you’d still be out of the country.”

  “I just got back yesterday. What’s wrong?”

  He heard her take a steadying breath and he braced himself for what was coming.

  “Silas collapsed. I rode with him in the ambulance to Flagstaff—” Her voice caught.

  Zack went numb, absolutely numb. Images of his dad riding Hercules, giving the hands orders, smoking a Cuban cigar, flew through his mind. The idea of Silas being loaded into an ambulance… How could Jenny have been so right when he’d seen no evidence of a problem? Was he blind where his father was concerned?

  He pushed out the words lodged in his throat. “I’ll catch the first flight out.”

  “Zack…”

  To his surprise, he still felt connected to Jenny and could read her thoughts. “I know you’re scared. Try to take a deep breath and hope for the best. Call me with updates. If I’m on the plane, I’ll get your message when I land.”

  “What if you can’t get a seat?”

  “Then I’ll charter a plane. You don’t have to go through this alone.”