Westmoreland's Way - Brenda Jackson [54]
“Too damn good for that asshole,” Iris said under her breath; however, Pam’s sisters heard the comment. Pam frowned when her sisters fought to hold back their giggles.
“Okay, ladies, let’s go,” she said to everyone. “The minister is waiting.”
Dillon didn’t give a damn if he was going over the speed limit as he raced his rented car to the Novaks’ place. Gadling’s news that a wedding was going on and that Pam was the bride had sent him running to his car and tearing out of town at breakneck speed. It was a wonder the sheriff was not on his tail.
He had tried calling Pam before leaving Gadling’s office but evidently someone had taken the damn phone off the hook.
He let out a deep breath when he finally pulled into her driveway and saw three cars parked in front of the house. He recognized the one belonging to Mallard but not the other two.
He had barely switched off the ignition before he was opening the car door and leaping out. At this point he cared less if he was late and she had already married Mallard. If that was the case then she would become a kidnapped bride, a feat a Westmoreland was gifted in crafting.
The minister’s words floated over Pam, but her thoughts were on Paige. That morning, Pam had found her baby sister sitting on the side of the house crying. Paige was unhappy because today Pam would be marrying Fetcher Mallard. And Pam knew her other two sisters felt the same way.
Her father’s death had left all three of her sisters in her care and at that very minute Pam realized their happiness meant more to her than anything else. And if marrying Fletcher was causing them this much distress then there was no way she could go through with it.
Reverend Atwater’s words then rang out. “If any man can show just cause why these two people shouldn’t lawfully wed, let him speak now or forever hold his peace.”
She opened her mouth to put an end to the ceremony, knowing she couldn’t let it continue, when a male voice boomed from the doorway of her home, loud and clear. “I can show just cause!”
Pam swung around and her heart literally jumped in her chest when she saw Dillon standing there with a fierce frown on his face. He was moving quickly toward her.
“What is he doing here?” Fletcher asked loudly through clenched teeth.
“Looks like he’s coming for Pammie,” Paige said smartly with a huge smile on her face, clapping her hands with glee.
Pam could only stare at Dillon, too shocked to move or say anything.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” Fletcher said, coming to stand in front of Pam, blocking Dillon’s way.
A smile curved Dillon lips when he looked down at Fletcher. “What does it look like? I’m stopping the wedding. So move aside, I need to talk to Pam.”
“I’m not moving,” Fletcher snapped.
The curve in Dillon’s lips widened. “I have no problem in moving you, trust me.”
“Gentlemen, please,” the minister was saying.
It was then that Pam found her voice. She moved around Fletcher to stand in front of Dillon. She met his gaze. “Dillon, what are you doing here?”
She saw the intense look in his eyes. “I asked you to trust me to come up with an alternative.”
Pam’s eyes narrowed. “I did until I called Sunday night and she answered the phone.”
He raised a confused brow. “She who?”
“You tell me.”
“Look, Westmoreland, I don’t know why you’re here but you’re interrupting our wedding,” Fletcher said in an irritated tone.
Dillon shifted his gaze from Pam to Fletcher and glared at the man. “There won’t be a wedding.” He then glanced back over at Pam and said, “We need to talk privately.”
Pam stared at him for a moment and then took a step back. “No, we don’t.”
“If she doesn’t want to talk to you, I do,” Iris said. When Dillon glanced over at her, Iris smiled. “I’m Iris, Pam’s best friend.”
When Pam shot her best friend a glare, Iris shrugged her shoulders. “Hey, what can I say? He’s a cutie.”
Dillon shifted his gaze back to Pam. “We do need