Annajane Hudgens has been divorced from Mason Hudgens for four years, but that didn't make attending his next wedding any easier. Her optimism when she finished received the invitation vanishes when she returns to her small lakefront hometown and begins to slip into nostalgia. For the first time, Annajane fully realizes that her past could have been different and begins to understand how she can remake her future. A vibrant tale about missed opportunities and the magic of second chances; now in trade paperback and NOOK Book.
Spring Feverby Mary Kay Andrews
The New York Times bestselling author Mary Kay Andrews (Summer Rental) delivers her delicious new escapist novel, Spring Fever, about small towns, old flames, and deep secrets
Annajane Hudgens truly believes she is over her ex-husband, Mason Bayless. They've been divorced for four years, she's engaged to a new, terrific guy, and she's ready/i>/i>/i>… See more details below
The New York Times bestselling author Mary Kay Andrews (Summer Rental) delivers her delicious new escapist novel, Spring Fever, about small towns, old flames, and deep secrets
Annajane Hudgens truly believes she is over her ex-husband, Mason Bayless. They've been divorced for four years, she's engaged to a new, terrific guy, and she's ready to leave the small town where she and Mason had so much history. She is so over Mason that she has absolutely no problem attending his wedding to the beautiful, intelligent, delightful Celia. But when fate intervenes and the wedding is called to a halt as the bride is literally walking down the aisle, Annajane begins to realize that maybe she's been given a second chance. Maybe everything happens for a reason. And maybe, just maybe, she wants Mason back. But there are secrets afoot in this small southern town. On the peaceful surface of Hideaway Lake, Annajane discovers that the past is never really gone. Even if there are people determined to keep Annajane from getting what she wants, happiness might be hers for the taking, and the life she once had with Mason in this sleepy lake town might be in her future.
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By Mary Kay Andrews
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From her seat in the sanctuary of the Church of the Good Shepherd, Annajane Hudgens wondered if there had ever been a more flawless day for a wedding.
Spring had arrived spectacularly early in Passcoe, North Carolina. Only the first week in April, yet the dogwoods and azaleas were already burst into bloom, and the weeping cherry trees lining the walkway to the church trailed fingertips of pale pink onto a blue and white carpet of violets and alyssum.
It was as if the bride, the equally flawless Celia Wakefield, had somehow managed to will perfect weather. Or perhaps she'd specified blue skies and color-coordinated bursts of blooms in one of her famously precise memos. If anybody could do that, Annajane mused, it would be Celia.
Could there be a more beautiful setting? Baylesses had been getting married at the Church of the Good Shepherd for nearly two hundred years. Not in this grand sanctuary, of course. The original church was a quaint, stoop-shouldered gray granite affair, with uneven oak floors, a single Gothicarched leaded-glass window above the altar, and two rows of ten primitively wrought pine pews built by black laborers from the casket factory in Moore County, twenty minutes down the road.
Annajane could remember sitting beside her best friend, Pokey, in the Bayless family pew after countless Saturday-night sleepovers, back when they were both still in pigtails. By then, Pokey's grandmother had already started her slow descent into senility, although Annajane had not known that. Miss Pauline, for whom Pokey had been named, seldom spoke, but she was content to sit in church on Sunday mornings and smile and nod to the hymns, dabbing at her cataract-clouded blue eyes with her ever-present handkerchief and patting Annajane's hand. "She thinks you're me," Pokey would whisper, giggling at her grandmother's confusion and grimacing and holding her nose when Miss Pauline passed gas, which she did frequently.
When the "new" Church of the Good Shepherd was built in the early '90s, with reproduction Tiffany stained-glass windows, solid cherry pews, and a custom-built German pipe organ, the old church was renamed the Woodrow Memorial Chapel in memory of Pauline Woodrow, who died in her sleep the year Pokey and Annajane turned fourteen.
Annajane's own wedding had been held in the chapel, the one concession her new in-laws made to what they considered Annajane's "quaint" ideas. Since she'd paid for the wedding herself, she'd insisted on having an intimate affair, just family and close friends, fewer than forty people, with Pokey as her only attendant. It had rained the November evening of her nuptials, and at the time she'd considered it wildly romantic that the loud thrum of the rain on the church's tin roof threatened to drown out the wedding march played on the chapel's original wheezy pump organ.
Had it been only seven years ago? Sometimes she wasn't sure any of it had really happened at all, that it wasn't something she'd just remembered from a long-ago dream.
Today's affair was nothing like Annajane's modest wedding. The sanctuary was at capacity—beyond capacity, if you went by the county fire code, which said the church could hold five hundred people. It seemed to Annajane that every living person who had ever known or done business with the Bayless family, or even just sipped a bottle of their Quixie cherry soft drink, had crammed themselves into one of the polished wooden pews beneath the soaring exposed rafters of the imposing Episcopal church.
Annajane felt her eyelids droop now. It was too warm in the church, and the scent of the lilies and roses banking everything that didn't move was overpowering. She'd had almost no sleep the night before, and not much more sleep the night before that. And, yes, she'd had herself a good stiff drink, Quixie and bourbon on the rocks, back at the house, after she'd finished dressing and before she'd left for the church. She closed her eyes, just for a moment, felt her chin droop to her chest, and the next moment, she felt a sharp elbow dig into her ribs.
Pokey had managed to wedge herself into the pew. "Wake up and slide over!" she ordered.
Annajane's eyes flew open, and she looked up, just in time to see Sallie Bayless, seated in the front row, two pews ahead of them, turn and shoot Pokey a stern look of warning. Sallie's gleaming auburn hair shone in the candlelit church. She was sixty-four, but still had the dewy complexion, sparkling brown eyes, and slender figure of a woman twenty years younger. Now, those eyes narrowed as they took in Pokey's tardy and disheveled appearance.
Pokey gave her mother a grin and a finger wave, and Sallie's head swiveled back around, eyes front, head held high, the Bayless pearls, a double strand, clasped firmly around her neck.
Annajane offered an apologetic smile to the elderly woman to her right. The woman frowned, but begrudgingly inched aside to allow the new arrival to be seated.
As usual, Pokey Bayless Riggs took no notice of the stir she'd caused. She'd been causing a stir nearly every day of her thirty-five years, and today, her brother's wedding day, was no different.
The boatneck collar of Pokey's expensive new red silk jacket had slipped off her right shoulder, exposing a leopard-print bra strap and an unseemly amount of cleavage. Little Clayton was two years old, but Pokey was still struggling to lose her baby weight. She'd managed to pop one of the jacket's rhinestone buttons, and the tight silk skirt had somehow twisted around so that the zipper was now in the front, rather than on the side. She was bare-legged, which was a scandal in and of itself, but now Annajane noticed that her best friend had ditched the Sallie-mandated sedate dyed-silk slingback pumps in favor of a pair of blinged-out silver flip flops.
Pokey's thin, poker-straight blond hair had already lost its beauty-salon bounce, and now hung limply on either side of her full pink cheeks. Her lipstick was smeared. But her eyes, her amazing cornflower-blue eyes, glinted with mischief.
"Busted!" Annajane whispered, not daring to look at her best friend.
"Christ!" Pokey muttered. "This is so not my fault. I couldn't find a parking spot! The church lot's full and the whole block is lined with cars on both sides of the street. I had to leave the Land Rover clear down the block in front of the gas station and run all the way here."
"Aren't you supposed to be up there with your mom and everybody else in the family?" Annajane asked. "I mean, you are the groom's only sister."
"Screw that," Pokey said swiftly. "I refuse to make nice with that woman. Mason knows I don't like her. Mama knows it too. I'm taking a moral stand here."
"Who the hell are all these people anyway?" she asked, glancing around at the packed church and zeroing in on the bride's side of the aisle. "Not family, right? Since poor lil' Celia is an orphan, and the only family she could produce is that elderly great aunt staying over at Mama's house. Did Celia charter a bus or something?"
Annajane shrugged. "You're apparently the only person in Passcoe who doesn't think that Celia Wakefield is the best thing since flush toilets and sliced store-bought bread."
"Don't give me that. You hate her as much as I do," Pokey said under her breath.
"Not at all," Annajane replied. "I'm happy for them."
"Yippy-fuckin'-skippy," Pokey drawled. "Happy, happy, happy. It's fine for you. In less than a week, you'll pack up your U-Haul and head for Atlanta and your nice new life without even a glance in the rearview mirror. New man, new job, new address. But where does that leave me? Stuck here in stinkin' Passcoe, with my mama, my evil brother Davis, and good ole Mason and his new bride, Cruella de Vil."
"Poor, poor Pokey," Annajane mocked her right back. "Richest girl in town, married to the second richest man in town."
"Third richest," Pokey corrected. "Or maybe fourth. Davis and Mason have way more money than Pete, especially since people quit buying furniture made in America."
"Speaking of, where is Pete?" Annajane asked, craning her neck to look for him. Instead of spotting Pokey's tall redheaded husband, Pete, her eyes rested on another tardy couple, Bonnie and Matthew Kelsey, hurrying up the right-side aisle of the church.
Bonnie Kelsey's eyes met Annajane's. She blushed, and looked away quickly, clutching Matthew's arm and steering him into a pew as far away from Annajane's as she could manage in the overcrowded church.
Pokey saw the maneuver for what it was. "Bitch," she said.
"It's all right," Annajane said smoothly. "I mean, what do you expect? Matt and Mason play golf every week. From what I hear, Bonnie and Celia get along like a house afire. Best friends forever! Anyway, Bonnie's not the only one to sign up for Team Celia. Every woman in this room has been staring daggers at me since I walked into this church. I knew when I agreed to come today that it would be awkward."
"Awkward?" Pokey laughed bitterly. "It's freakish, is what it is. Who else but you would agree to show up at her ex-husband's wedding?"CHAPTER 2
Out of the corner of her eye, Annajane saw more people eyeing her with undisguised curiosity. She gave a tight smile and looked away.
"I had to come today," Annajane reminded Pokey. "For Sophie. She made me promise. In fact, it's the only way she'd agree to be in the wedding. It's also my last official company function."
"I still can't believe you're leaving Quixie," Pokey said. "After how many years?"
"Too many," Annajane murmured. "I never should have stayed after the divorce. I just didn't have the gumption to get out and start a new life for myself. And then there was Sophie, of course."
"You spoil that child rotten," Pokey said, tsk-tsking. "And Mason is even worse."
But before she could launch into her lecture about the kind of strict parenting her niece really needed, the soft strains of organ music that had been playing as guests drifted into the church segued into harp music.
"A harp?" Pokey turned and craned her neck to look in the direction of the choir loft. "Where the hell did she find a harp in Passcoe?"
Annajane gave a little shrug. "The harp made its first appearance at the rehearsal dinner last night. Which you somehow managed to miss?"
"I had one of my migraines," Pokey said quickly. "I was all dressed and everything when it hit me. Pete gave me one of my pills and put me to bed at eight o'clock."
"Migraine or not, you are officially on your mother's list today, as if you didn't already know that," Annajane told her.
"I do not understand why Mama and my brothers have suddenly allowed Celia free reign with the company bank accounts," Pokey said. "If Daddy were alive, he would be shittin' kittens at the way they're throwing money around. Pete doesn't like it either. He says ..."
Suddenly, the harpist was joined by a violin and a flute, the tempo of the music quickening.
"Shh," Annajane said. "It's starting."
A door beside the altar opened, and three men in dark tuxes emerged following the pastor, a personable young priest from Boston, Father Jolly, who'd only been at the church for a few months. He even looked the part, Annajane reflected bitterly, short and stout, with a fringe of dark bangs and a beaming choir-boy countenance. Perfect, perfect, perfect.
But it wasn't the priest Annajane was staring at. She involuntarily held her breath at the sight of Mason Bayless, in his flawlessly cut charcoal-gray Armani tuxedo. At thirty-nine, he still had the build of an athlete, broad shoulders, narrow hips, long, muscled neck. He looked like the baseball player he'd been in his college years. His dark blond hair had been carefully combed back from his high forehead, slicked into place with some kind of hair goo, a style he'd adopted only recently, since Celia came into his life. He was paler than usual, and those cornflower-blue eyes and ridiculously long curly lashes seemed focused on the floor, and not on the congregation eagerly awaiting the upcoming ceremony.
As Mason took his place to the right of Father Jolly, his younger brother, Davis, slid easily to his side. Pokey might have been the youngest of the three Bayless progeny, but Davis was now, and always, the baby of the family.
Twenty months younger than Mason, Davis was half a head shorter and easily weighed forty pounds more than his older brother. While Mason and Pokey had the Bayless blue eyes and dark blond hair coloring, Davis, alone among the children, took after his mother Sallie's people. He had the Woodrow snapping dark eyes; thick, wavy dark hair; and the high cheekbones Miss Pauline always claimed came from their long-ago Cherokee ancestors. Davis looked eagerly around the room, tugging at the collar of his starched white tux shirt, nodding at friends and acquaintances, exchanging a sly wink with somebody, a woman, no doubt, seated on the far left side of the church.
Pokey caught the wink, too, and clucked her tongue in disapproval. "I did not think she would have the nerve to show up here today. Obviously, I have once again underestimated the low moral fiber of another of Davis's women."
"Who is she?" Annajane asked eagerly, studying the left side of the church.
"Name is Dreama, if you can believe it. Works at the bottling plant in Fayetteville. Not but twenty-two. Married, of course."
"Of course," Annajane agreed. "Does your mama know?"
"Does Sallie ever miss anything? She knows, but she's choosing to act like it's not happening. Denial is mama's religion. She made Davis ask Linda Balez as his 'official date' for the weekend. You remember Linda, right? She was in my deb group, went to Sweetbriar? She's living over in Pinehurst, does some kind of tax planning or something."
"Tall brunette? Little bit of an overbite? I think I met her last night."
"That's the one," Pokey said, nodding. "Sweet girl, really. Mama insisted that she stay in the guest room at Cherry Hill, but of course Davis has got little old Dreama stashed in the Davis Bayless Honeymoon Suite over at the Pinecone Motor Lodge."
"So that's why he left the party so early last night," Annajane said. "I was walking out to my car at nine thirty, when he went whizzing past me in the Boxster. I did see a woman in the front seat, but it was dark, and I just assumed it was his date."
"Doubtful," Pokey said. "I saw Linda at the brunch up at the house this morning, and Davis was nowhere to be found, the little shit. I don't know why any of us put up with his crap, do you?"
"We just do," Annajane said quietly.
Annajane returned her attention to the groomsmen. Pokey's husband, Pete, had taken his place to the left of Father Jolly. His bright red hair had just started showing gray at the temples, and his beard was neatly clipped. His tux fit him like it had been custom tailored, and his broad, toothy smile seemed to take in everybody in the packed sanctuary.
"Gawwd," Pokey moaned, gesturing at her husband. "Would you look at that man? Could you not eat him up with a spoon? It's just not fair. After all these years, even after everything he's put me through, I swear to goodness, if he asked me to, I would take his hand, leave this church right this minute, follow him out to the car, and drop my panties in a New York minute."
The blue-haired matron sitting beside Annajane gasped, clutched her yellowing pearls, and scooted over another six inches to the right.
"Nice visual," Annajane whispered, putting her lips to Pokey's ears. "But could you keep it down? I think you just gave one of your mother's bridge partners heart palpitations."
"Serves her right for eavesdropping," Pokey said. She leaned back and studied Annajane for the first time since she'd arrived at the church.
"You look amazing," Pokey said. She touched the cap sleeve of Annajane's dress. "Is this new?"
Annajane looked down at her cocktail dress. The fabric was a thick satin, the color of new ferns, cut close to the body, with a deep squared-off scoop neck and dressmaker details like tiny covered buttons, an inset waist, and a wide, shell-pink satin belt with a large rhinestone and pearl-encrusted buckle.
"This old thing?" she laughed. "It's vintage. Although I don't think it had ever been worn. I found it last year at the Junior League Thriftique. It still has the original satin Bonwit Teller label sewn in."
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