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The O'Malley Brides, page 1
The O’Malley Brides
By
Stevie MacFarlane
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Chapter One
Tess stood at the end of the long white runner. The church was packed with people and the organ was playing soft, sweet music. Four year old Caitlin almost vibrated with impatience, her blonds curls quivering as she waited for Tess to whisper that it was time for her to start down the aisle scattering flower petals as she walked. Caitlin’s pink dress perfectly matched the ring of flowers and baby’s breath in her hair. The gray satin dress that Tess wore was short, sleeveless and full with a wide pink satin band around the waist. The design was vintage and certainly appropriate for this family, Tess thought irritably. A pillbox hat with a gray net veil perched on top of her recently shorn locks and gray satin pumps completed the outfit.
Tess swished her perfectly cut angled bob enjoying the feeling of weightlessness of it. Two feet of silky black hair was on its way to make a wig for cancer patients and she felt damn good about it. Too bad if Rory O’Malley didn’t like it, she thought, as she narrowed her eyes and sent a glare to the front of the church wondering where the hell the groom was.
“Stop fidgeting,” Molly O’Malley leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “It won’t help and the crinoline will make it worse.”
Tess bristled. Sometimes it was so annoying that Molly knew everything. When she first met Patrick’s wife she thought it was cool that Molly was gifted. Lately, she felt just the opposite. It was galling that not only had Molly warned her about cutting her hair, she knew what had happened this morning.
Tess blushed as her eyes darted around the area to see if anyone else had overheard.
“They didn’t,” Molly whispered again, “But someone will figure it out if you don’t stop acting like your ass is on fire.”
“My ass is on fire,” Tess hissed back wanting to slap the grin off Rory’s face as he watched her discomfort. Quickly he turned, walked up the side aisle of the church, and disappeared into the anteroom.
“This is Nick and Maggie’s day. Please try to get through the wedding and reception without killing my brother-in-law.”
“I’ll get through it…at the bar…standing. But I cannot promise not to kill him afterwards.”
Molly’s soft tinkling laugh drew a few curious looks but she and Tess just smiled sweetly until the guests turned around.
Mason Kord peered into the small mirror in the church's anteroom and plucked another gray hair out of his head. The way things were going, his hair ought to be pure white by the time his very pregnant wife, Rebecca, had their first child. He tried to talk her into staying home. Rebecca was two days past her due date and Mason was beginning to wonder if their daughter would ever come. Rebecca, insisting she felt fine, flat out refused to miss the wedding of Mason’s brother, Nick and their good friend Maggie. Mason almost had to tackle her to get the blue high-heels off her before she could get out the door. Frankly he didn’t care if “they perfectly matched her dress” there was no way in hell she and his child would be tottering around on stilettos today. Although he towered over the petite blonde, at this point in her life it seemed she hadn’t an ounce of fear, or good sense for that matter. Nine months ago Mason would have helped her see the error of her ways. Come to think of it, nine months ago he probably would have just enjoyed the view of her terrific legs in the sexy shoes. Mason went to the door and looked out at the congregation, sighing in relief to see Rebecca still in her seat in the front pew.
“Worried?” Nick asked his blue eyes curious. “Is she still where you left her?”
“She is,” Mason replied with a grin. “But only because Maeve is keeping an eye on her and she knows it. You future mother-in-law is a force to be reckoned with.”
“Don’t I know it,” Nick laughed. “I’m not sure who is more stubborn, Maggie or her mother."
Sean O’Malley chose that moment to enter the room. “I have to go with Maggie. That girl’s got the devil’s own temper and a stubborn streak a mile wide. Are you sure you want to be marryin’ my daughter?” he asked in his booming voice, grinning from ear to ear.
“I’ve never been surer of anything,” Nick answered, looking straight into Sean’s eyes.
“That’s good enough for me,” Sean replied, pulling Nick into a bear hug and slapping his back. “Nothin’ a good lickin’ now and then won’t fix,” he whispered before he released him. “I best be getting’ to my daughter. No sense startin’ a ruckus before we even get goin’. It’s proud I am to have you for a son, Nick. Take good care of her and the children. Ah, here’s Rory and Patrick. About time you two showed up. Where’s Jason?”
“He was right behind us, Da,” Patrick answered after giving Nick a slap on the back and shaking Mason’s hand. “So you’re really going through with it?” Patrick teased. “I hope you know what you’re letting yourself in for. My sister will give you a run for your money.”
“To tell you the truth, I can’t wait to make her my wife,” Nick answered seriously.
Rory snorted while bending down to check his tie in the mirror.
“Looks like I’m the only one left with a brain, well, me and the kid here,” he continued, wrapping an arm around Jason who had just come through the door. “But I do appreciate your taking the red-headed terror off my hands, Nick. Another few months of her shenanigans and I might have had to re-enlist, just to get a break.”
“I wouldn’t crow too loudly if I were you,” Patrick advised with a smirk. “Your single days might be numbered if the way you look at Theresa means anything.”
“Don’t bet on it, Bro,” Rory shot back, frowning. For some reason that made all the men start laughing. “What?”
“Nothing,” they answered together, all grinning as they headed out the door to await the bride and her bridesmaids.
Mason took his seat beside Rebecca, with Jason next to him. It was hard to believe he had a nephew. Good Lord, did he have to be hit over the head with it? Jason was the spitting image of his brother Nick and he’d never put two and two together. He sure hoped he was going to be a better father than he’d been as an uncle.
Finally the organ music changed and Tess recognized it was time. Father Donovan had entered through a side door and was standing at the altar. Slapping a smile on her face, she whispered to Caitlin who took off like a shot out of a gun. Great clumps of flowers were thrown onto the carpet as she ran halfway down the aisle before remembering her instructions. Slowing to a crawl, Caitie began to drop an individual petal for every step she took. Eventually she made it to the front pew where Maeve O’Malley pulled her granddaughter onto her lap assuring her that she had done a fine job. Colleen, Noah, and Bridget were in the pew behind Maeve minding the younger members of the O’Malley clan and Caitie wiggled around until she could grin at Lilly and Rose in triumph.
Tess came down the aisle next, with Molly a good distance behind, eyes twinkling as she winked at her handsome husband, Patrick. Taking their places to the right of the altar, the congregation stood and turned to watch the bride and her father.
Sean O’Malley was a big man and he dwarfed the woman beside him. He was proud to be walking his daughter down the aisle and relieved to be delivering her to such a man as Nick Kord. Maggie had been widowed leaving her with three children to care for. Nick was the father of Maggie’s oldest son, Jason, but no one had known it until recently as she had guarded her secret well. It was quite a hullabaloo when Nick found out and he immediately began to court the high-spirited widow. In Sean’s opinion, Nick was exactly the kind of man his daughter needed. Loving and generous, Nick was also firm and provided the stable environment his Maggie needed. Sean was a firm believer that the man was the head of his house and he had no doubt Nick would never abdicate that position.
Maggie O’Malley Cassidy, soon to be Maggie Kord, looked lovely as she walked down the aisle with her father. Tess loved Maggie’s ivory satin dress accented with rum pink cutouts along the hem. The vintage style suited her perfectly as did the short veil. All eyes were on the bride and her father as Tess took a moment to glance at Rory O’Malley. He too was watching his sister and Da approaching the altar. Damn, why did he have to be so good looking, Tess thought. Six foot four of mouthwatering sex appeal, with his black hair and clear blue eyes, Rory affected her like no one else ever had. A detective on the police force, Rory was a no-nonsense kind of man. Several years in Special Forces had given him an appreciation for rules and structure that served him well in his chosen profession.
Feeling her scrutiny, Rory looked at Tess and wasn’t surprised to see her quickly stick out her tongue. Despite trying to hide a grin, his look scolded her without uttering a single word and she quickly turned her eyes back to the bride.
Tess tried to pay attention to the ceremony. She loved Maggie, Nick and their three children, Jason, Todd and Caitie, and was very happy for them. The heat coming from her bottom was distracting though, and several times she glared reproachfully at Rory who simply raised his eyebrow in response. His expression clearly said, well you asked for it, and she wondered how she had come to understand him so well in a few short months.
Today wasn’t the first time Rory had spanked her. When he’d found her sleeping on a park bench for the third time in one week, Rory had put his foot on said bench, pulled her over his knee and smacked her poor defenseless bottom until she was a weeping mass of contrite female. The fact that he had absolutely no right to administer such a punishment hadn’t deterred him in the least. Along with a stern lecture about the dangers of a woman sleeping in a park where he’d seen multiple crimes lately, he had her car impounded. Instead of arresting her for vagrancy, which he certainly could have being that she was homeless with no job and no shelter except her little car, he deposited her at his mother’s doorstep. Although she had been terrified, the O’Malley’s had taken her in with no questions asked. It wasn’t long before she found herself embedded in a big Irish family with all the love and baggage that entailed.
Rory was the oldest and by far the most serious. Patrick, the second son, was funny and warm. Married to the ethereal Molly, they had two boys, Ryan and Michael, who were fifteen and thirteen. Colleen and her husband Noah had three children, Devlin, who was eight and twin six year old girls, Rose and Lilly, who were identical almost down to the last freckle. Maggie was marrying the love of her life this very day. Their oldest son, Jason, was fifteen now and Todd just turned nine. Little Caitie was four years old going on sixteen. Bridget was the youngest O’Malley and still somewhat of a wild child despite being a full-time college student. All in all, they were quite a surprise to Tess who had grown up with just one sister. After their parents had been killed in a car accident, her older sister, Maria, had taken her in until she turned eighteen. A week later, Maria had swiftly packed up and moved to California, wishing Theresa well but clearly glad to have no further responsibility for her care. Tess had used what little money she’d saved to find a small efficiency apartment in a seedy part of town. Working as many hours as she could, she took whatever college courses she could afford and still be able to eat. For several years Tess had been able to eke out a living in this fashion although some would have called it simply surviving and miserable to boot. Unfortunately, the restaurant she worked at had been forced to close and she quickly found herself not only out of a job, but homeless as she could no longer afford the rent. At this point she still wasn’t sure if Rory was angel or devil. While she was grateful to have the support of the O’Malleys, she certainly wasn’t feeling too charitable toward one O’Malley in particular today.
The whole hair debacle had started innocently enough. A week ago, Tess gathered around Maeve’s kitchen table with the O’Malley women discussing hairstyles for the wedding. Just as Bridget jumped up and gathered Tess’s hair high on her head, showing her how wonderful she would look in a bob, Rory walked in the back door.
Rory got a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, watching with keen interest as his family raved over how nice Tess would look with short hair.
“I forbid it,” fell out of Rory’s mouth before he could stop it.
Tess’s head might have been on a swivel, so fast did she turn her around. “Excuse me?” she asked, not sure she had actually heard him right. He couldn’t possibly be talking to her.
“You heard me. But on the chance that any of you misunderstood, I’ll repeat myself. You may not cut your hair under any circumstances.”
Jaws dropped around the table and complete silence ensued until Tess rose slowly and faced him. “Who are you to tell me I may not cut my hair?” she demanded, trying to hang onto her temper. “It is my hair and I shall do with it as I please.”
“Do not defy me on this, Theresa. I mean what I say and believe me you won’t like the consequences,” he informed her dryly as he calmly sipped his coffee.
“Rory,” Maeve began, stunned at the uncompromising attitude of her son.
The table erupted and suddenly Tess was defended by multiple female voices each trying to be heard above the next.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Bridget shouted.
“What the hell?” Colleen added.
“Rory, this is too much even for you,” Maggie interjected
“Hush,” Rory ordered. “I have my reasons and please don’t encourage Tess to misbehave. She finds enough trouble on her own,” he continued as he calmly rinsed out his cup and put it in the sink.
The only one to remain quiet was Molly whose crystal blue eyes met and held Rory’s for a second before she dropped her gaze, blushing furiously.
Rory barely made it out the door before Tess was surrounded by irate females offering comfort and advice.
At the salon the day before the wedding, Molly tried her best to convince Tess her hair would look lovely with the pillbox hat in a French twist, but Tess was having none of it. Rory issued a challenge and she was not backing down. Yes, he helped her immeasurably when she was at the lowest point in her life, but that did not mean he could take over her life. It was her hair and as Molly sank into her salon chair in defeat, Tess brazenly told the stylist to “chop it off.” It was for a good cause after all. The stylist groaned as she cut off over two feet of Tess’s silky black hair.
