This Matter of Marriage

This Matter of Marriage

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by Debbie Macomber

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The alarm on Hallie's biological clock is buzzing. She's about to turn 30 and there's no prospects of marriage in sight. Hallie, an organized, goal-setting kind of person, decides to give herself a year to meet Mr. Right. But all her dates are disasters. Too bad she can't fall for her good-looking neighbor Steve. But he's busy trying to win back his ex-wife who's…  See more details below


The alarm on Hallie's biological clock is buzzing. She's about to turn 30 and there's no prospects of marriage in sight. Hallie, an organized, goal-setting kind of person, decides to give herself a year to meet Mr. Right. But all her dates are disasters. Too bad she can't fall for her good-looking neighbor Steve. But he's busy trying to win back his ex-wife who's about to marry someone else. Life would be simpler if he could fall for someone else--like Hallie.

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This Matter Of Marriage

By Debbie Macomber


Copyright © 2005 Debbie Macomber
All right reserved.

ISBN: 077832379X

Starting Now

January 1

A new year generally starts out with me writing a few inspiring lines about how I'm going to lose five pounds — let's be honest, it's ten — and pay off all my credit cards and other high expectations like that. It's the same every January. But this year's going to be different. Oh, I still want to lose those extra pounds, more than ever, but for a different reason.

I want a husband. And eventually a family. And that means I need a plan. Being a goal-oriented person, I usually begin by identifying what I'm after (MARRIAGE!!) and then I work out a logical procedure for getting it. Which, in this case, includes looking good. (Not that I look bad now, if I do say so myself. But I'm talking really good. Are you listening, thighs?) Because, as I've learned in advertising, packaging counts.

Putting all this into words is something of an eye-opener for me. I've come a long way from those college days when I refused to give in to what I called the "female escape route," like some of my friends. Cassie, Jamie, Rita and Jane all got married within six months of graduation, and as far as I could see, the only reason they did was because they found the real world more of a challenge than they'd anticipated, and used marriage as a cop-out.

Not me. Oh, no, marriage was much too conventional for me. I wanted to kick some butt in the business world first. Make a name for myself with my very own graphic arts firm. And I've done it! Now I feel like I've come full circle. I've accomplished a lot, and I won't minimize my achievements, but this Christmas I realized there's more to life than getting the Woman of the Year award from the Chamber of Commerce.

So, last week I made the decision: Marriage! It's time to let a man into my life. Until now I've viewed relationships like…dessert. Nice occasionally, but not with every meal. My friends have been tossing potential husbands in my direction for years, and I've frustrated them again and again.

I'm too picky, that's what Rita says. Not true. I have my standards; every woman does. But my work's the reason I haven't married. I've poured my heart into making a success of Artistic License. For the past six years my focus, my talent and all my energy have been with the business. It's filled every waking minute.

Then, this Christmas it hit me. I want more. I suspect this has something to do with losing Dad last June. Mom's still struggling, but then so are Julie and I. The holidays were really hard without him. Somehow, the celebration seemed empty and sad, and we were all kind of weepy thinking about the Christmas things he used to do — getting the tree every year and making a big deal out of hanging the decorations Julie and I made when we were kids. Reading the Nativity story on Christmas Eve. Putting on his Santa apron to carve the turkey. Things like that.

I'm so sorry Dad missed his granddaughter's first Christmas. I knew Julie's baby would help Mom through the grieving process, but I didn't expect little Ellen to have such a profound effect on me.

I've always thought of myself as the strong independent type. I haven't wanted a man around for fear I might be forced to admit I need someone. I don't know why I'm like this. (Then again, I'm not sure I want to know, either.) The point is, I feel differently now.

It started when Julie gave me the baby to rock. I swear my heart melted when I held her. In that moment I felt something I can only describe as maternal instinct, and I realized this is what I want. This is what's been missing from my life. A husband, a family.

With the right husband, I know I can have it all. Home, family and career. Plenty of women do it, and I can, too. Funny how a little thing like holding a baby can change a person's attitude. I'm ready. Past ready. Starting now, my life's taken an abrupt turn. What was vital a month ago has shifted to the back burner.

So, yes, I admit it.

I want a husband and children. Obviously, what I need first is the man. (I plan to do things in the right order!)

Mom always says that once I make up my mind I don't let anything stand in my way. I've set my goal, made my plans, and I figure I should find a husband in two, three months, tops. This time next year, I expect to be a married woman. (Maybe even a pregnant one!)

Just how difficult can it be?

Sweat rolled down Hallie McCarthy's forehead, dripping in her eyes and momentarily blurring her vision. Using the towel draped around her neck, she wiped her brow. Although she'd promised herself she wouldn't, Hallie glanced at the timer on the treadmill.

One minute left.

Sixty short seconds. She could endure that. With a renewed sense of purpose, she picked up her pace and waited impatiently for the buzzer.

The treadmill had all the bells and whistles, as it should, considering what she'd paid for it (plus the three designer running suits, color-coordinated with the treadmill). At the end of her workout a digital message would flash across the four-inch computer screen, complimenting her on a job well-done.

Donnalee had suggested she join a gym to meet men, and she would, Hallie told herself, once she was at her goal weight. But not now. She wasn't about to go prancing around a gym with thighs that resembled ham hocks. Which, she supposed, was something like cleaning her house before the cleaning lady arrived — but she'd done that, too.

Huffing, her heart feeling ready to explode, Hallie gripped the sides of the treadmill as the timer counted down those final seconds. This last minute was proving to be the longest of her life.

Needing a distraction to take her mind off the physical agony while she raced toward an imaginary finish line, Hallie turned to look out her living-room window at the luxury condominium next door.

Hey, she was getting a new neighbor. A moving van was parked in front and a crew of able-bodied men — very able-bodied, she noted appreciatively — unloaded its contents.A big truck that probably required a step stool to climb into was parked behind it. The license-plate frame was one of those customized ones. Squinting, she was able to make out the words: BIG TRUCK. BIG TOOLS. Hallie groaned aloud and rolled her eyes. Men and their egos! Two muscular guys wandered into her line of vision, and she wondered if one of those good-looking hunks might be her neighbor.

Willow Woods, the condominium complex where she'd moved six months earlier, had all but sold out. She'd speculated it wouldn't take long for the place next to hers to sell. Especially since it was a three-bedroom unit, the most spacious design available. Must be a family moving in. She was definitely cheered by the thought of having neighbors.

The timer went off, and the treadmill ground to a halt. Hallie heaved a sigh of relief and rubbed her sweat-drenched face with the towel. Her cheeks felt red and hot and her short curly hair was matted against her temples. Her old gray sweats — she didn't feel comfortable sweating in her new color-coordinated ones — were loose around the waist. A promising sign. The temptation to run into the bathroom and leap on the scale was strong, but she'd made that mistake too often and vowed she'd only weigh herself once a week. Monday morning, bright and early — that was when she'd do it.

She'd lost five pounds in twenty-one days. The first two had fallen away easily, but the last three had been like chiseling at a concrete block with a tablespoon. She'd starved herself, exercised faithfully. She'd counted fat grams, carbohydrates, calories and chocolate chips to little avail.

Her best friend, Donnalee Cooper, claimed Hallie was putting too much stock in the physical, but Hallie believed otherwise. It was that packaging thing again. The men she knew based their reactions to women — at least their initial reactions — on looks. It didn't matter if the woman had a brain in her head as long as her waist was tiny…and her other assets weren't. Of course, attracting a man wasn't Hallie's only incentive for becoming physically fit. She didn't exercise nearly enough, had taken to skipping breakfast and was downing fast food on the run. Not a healthy lifestyle. Donnalee seemed unconvinced when Hallie explained this, though, pointing out that she hadn't worried about her health before.

Donnalee was single, although she'd had a brief disastrous marriage in her early twenties. To Hallie's delight, when she'd shared her goal of finding a man and marrying within the next twelve months, Donnalee had decided to join forces with her. She said that she'd never meant to wait this long to remarry, and like Hallie, she wanted children. But Donnalee brought a different strategy to their marriage campaign.

"Just be yourself," she'd advised.

"Being myself hasn't attracted a whole lot of attention so far," Hallie complained. That, at least, shut her friend up. Dating opportunities had dwindled to a trickle in the last few years, but she was determined to improve the situation.

Hallie showered and changed clothes, then phoned her mother who lived across Puget Sound in Bremerton, on the Kitsap Peninsula. Hallie and her father had been close, both in personality and in appearance, but it was from her mother that she'd inherited her artistic talent. Despite her ability, Lucille McCarthy had never worked outside the home. It had always troubled Hallie that a woman so genuinely talented would be content to do little more than keep house. Not until she was an adult living on her own did she recognize her mother's contribution to the family. Over the months since her father's sudden death, Hallie had come to appreciate her mother's quiet strength. At Christmas, she'd encouraged her to take up oil painting, and Lucille had recently begun a class.

The conversation went well, with Lucille cheerfully describing the portrait she'd started to paint of a sleeping Ellen. Afterward, Hallie wrote her weekly grocery list, threw on a jacket and hurried out the door, eager to finish her Saturday-morning chores. It was when she climbed into her car that she saw her new neighbor. At least, she thought he was the one. He was tall and not as brawny as she'd thought at first glance. Solid, she decided. All shoulders, with good upper-body strength. Handsome, too, in an unobtrusive way. In other words, seeing him didn't make her heart beat faster — which was just as well, since he was obviously married with children.

He did have an interesting face, a lived-in face, and seemed the type of person she'd like to know. Not romantically, of course, but maybe as a friend. She turned her attention from him to the two kids at his side. A girl and boy, who were probably about eleven and nine. Great-looking kids. The girl waved, her smile wide and friendly.

Hallie waved back, inserted the key into the ignition and drove off.


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Debbie Macomber, with more than 100 million copies of her books sold worldwide, is one of today's most popular authors. The #1 New York Times bestselling author is best known for her ability to create compelling characters and bring their stories to life in her books. Debbie is a regular resident on numerous bestseller lists, including the New York Times (70 times and counting), USA TODAY (currently 67 times) and Publishers Weekly (47 times). Visit her at

Brief Biography

Port Orchard, Washington
Date of Birth:
October 22, 1948
Place of Birth:
Yakima, Washington
Graduated from high school in 1966; attended community college

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This Matter of Marriage 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 442 reviews.
theReader278 More than 1 year ago
I love reading this book so much! I have read most of Debbie Macomber's books and this is one of my favourites!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a terrific story that is modern day. She dates so many losers, and I crack a rib laughing at all her stories, to finally fall in love with her neighbor/friend. I couldn't put the book down once I started it. It's definately worth the read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was very entertaining and funny in spots. I looked forward to picking it up everyday.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The characters were well developed. However they seemded to spend too much of the book not knowing their true feelings for each other. Hallie was main character but one gets to see more of the happpiness of the best freinds. I would rather have had more details of how things went for Hallie than the best friends. When Hallie gets together with Steve the book ends. I like Jayne Krentz romance style more. I lkie to see more of the happily ever after detailed
YoK2Tog More than 1 year ago
I had so much fun losing myself in the characters of this book. It was very had to put down. I found myself sneaking peeks at the pages on my phone throughout the day, because I kept thinking about what's happening with Hallie! WONDERFUL BOOK!
Lynne99 More than 1 year ago
This book is enjoyable to read. The characters were believable and entertaining. The plot was a little predictable but, nonetheless, the story was one I wanted to keep on reading. I would recommend this book for others to read. If you like a romantic tale with some humor added in... you will like this one.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book so much! I have read most of Debbie Macombers book and this is now one of my favorites! Great characters. Cute story!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love all of Debbie Macomber's books, and this one was one of my favorites. Her writing is so descriptive that you feel like you understand how the characters are feeling at that time in their life. I hope that she writes another book along this storyline of a young woman approaching 30, like me.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not my usual read---LOVED IT!
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Wonderful summer, fall, winter or spring read! Just great!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this book from beginning to end. Didn't want to put it down. Love everything Debbie Macomber writes.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this some years ago and I remembered it when I found it on the nook, so bought it again. Loved it couldn't put it down. Lots of fun just reading how Hallie and Steve discovered their love for each other in This Matter of Marriage. Read it you will not put it down.
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