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warily.
    “Vintage port, courtesy of Shuck’s cellar. Very long, very
French bread.” How could she resist that wide, lazy smile? “Everything we need
for a little peace and quiet.”
    “Good luck with that,” she murmured. Guests had spilled onto
the south lawn and were migrating toward the gazebo. Somewhere on the grounds a
peacock screamed.
    “Just trust me,” Gage said over his shoulder. “Oh, ye of
little faith.”

CHAPTER TWO
    As she traipsed down the grassy slope in her heels, Sabrina
realized that her head was already fuzzy from the beer and champagne. Maybe
she’d ordered her spirits incorrectly. What was the old saying, “Wine before
beer, never fear?”
    Or was that beer before liquor?
    She followed Gage to the far end of the estate’s rolling
green. He came to a stop under the shade of a secluded oak. After
double-checking the area, he spread the tablecloth on the ground along with the
rest of his loot. Sabrina watched him produce a Swiss army knife from his
pocket and deftly uncork one of the port bottles. He poured them each a
generous amount and handed her a glass before making himself at home on the
fine white linen.
    “This is more like it,” he said. He pulled off the tux
jacket and rolled up the starched sleeves of his shirt to reveal strong
forearms heavily inked in black. Three-lobed, ivy-like leaves of a plant she
couldn’t identify twined around his elbows and wound around the top of his
arms, ending at his wrists. The design was intricate, almost organic,
suggesting that he’d shelled out a decent wad of cash to an artist with some
experience and prestige.
    He definitely didn’t have a traditional day job. Sabrina
went through a shortlist of potential professions. Bar bouncer. Day laborer.
Semi-pro athlete, perhaps.
    Gage was quietly staring at the horizon. His stillness
calmed her nerves, and she kicked off her sandals. She broke apart one of the
honfleur baguettes and passed him half. She didn’t know how long they sat there
drinking port, gnawing on the bread and gazing at the sky. She only knew that
the musicians had stopped playing and a bright November sun was sinking in the
west, turning the sky a sherbet swirl of pink, tangerine and gold. Except for
their anachronistic attire and Gage’s body ink, they could be characters in a
Merchant-Ivory film.
    Finally she broke the silence. “So why did you hold out on
everyone?” 
    “Because Sebastian asked me to,” he replied. “He and Molly
really did want people to show up and have a good time. You know Shuck; he
would have closed down the house. Money to fuel a furnace and none to enjoy.”
    “Molly should have told me.”
    “She wanted to, but she was afraid you’d spill the beans
early so you could get a full return on the dress.” He eyed it dubiously.
“Can’t say I blame you. There’s probably a fine body in there somewhere, but no
one can see it.”
    She was willing to trade the insult to her attire in
exchange for his benefit of the doubt. Now the pale green silk was stained with
champagne, rendering it useless to a consignment shop without a good dry
cleaning.
    “I don’t believe in big weddings,” Gage said. “They’re just
an excuse for everyone to dress up and get drunk on somebody else’s dime. Not
that I — personally — am complaining.” He lifted a bottle of 1991 Dow
in mock salute and grinned.
    “I don’t believe in marriage.” Sabrina hiccupped delicately.
“ Generally speaking .”
    “Did the bride know about this when you agreed to be her
maid of honor, or could it possibly be that you think Molly and Sebastian are
the exception to the rule?”
    “Give it ten years, then ask me again.” She relished the
taste of the vintage port. With swirling notes of blackberries and dark
chocolate, it had a richness that could have only been imbued by time. “I hope
for the best, but I’m not surprised by the worst.”
    “Wow, in vino veritas.” He looked at the white band of skin
on her ring