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finger. “Did you ditch the rock for the bachelorette party, or are
you playing hooky?”
    “Neither. I’m recently — I just got—” Why was such a
simple word so hard for her to say? Sabrina took a deep breath.
    “Divorced?” Gage filled in softly.
    She nodded her head with what she hoped was the right amount
of somberness. Then noticing the sympathetic look on his face, she quickly
clarified, “Actually, I got an annulment, if you want to get technical about
it.”
    “What happened? Did you find out he had somebody on the
side?”
    “Of course not.” Sabrina shot him an irritated look. It was
so like a man to leap to the conclusion that cheating was involved. “Just plain
old irreconcilable differences.”
    “My condolences. How long after the wedding did you launch
the lifeboats?”
    Sabrina gave him a suspicious glance. “Not that long,” she
hedged.
    “What does ‘not that long’ mean these days, I wonder?” he
mused. “A year? Two years?”
    “No, one.”
    Gage shook his head. “Wow. Only a year.”
    “No, one day .” She gave him a brazen stare. He
studied her carefully before erupting in hearty laughter.
    “A one-day marriage? Now I’ve heard it all. Are you
serious?” He looked at her again just long enough to ascertain that she was. “I
suppose you are. And here I thought stuff like that only happened in romantic comedies
and celebrity tabloids.” He wiped away tears of mirth with his thumb and
forefinger. “What happened? Whirlwind courtship?”
    “No, nothing like that. Jackson and I knew each other for
five years.”
    “So you’re telling me you spent more than almost two
thousand days with the poor guy only to decide that you were mismatched in a
single day?”
    “It was more like fifteen hundred,” Sabrina corrected him.
“We took a breather from each other for a year. It was a complicated situation.
Fortunately, there was a simple solution.”
    “The lifeboat,” Gage confirmed.
    Sabrina gave him what she hoped was a seasoned look.
“Marriage is a legal contract,” she explained. “The problem is that most people
don’t know what’s in their contract until they enter into it. I was damned
lucky that I got a peek at the prenup — metaphorically speaking, of
course.” She paused and frowned thoughtfully. “I could say the same for all of
my engagements, when you think about it.”
    “So there’s been more than one,” Gage mused. “Tell me, Maid
March, how many gentlemen cleverly avoided placement in the ‘irreconcilable’
category?”
    “One, two—” Sabrina corralled her focus by counting on her
fingers. “—I’ve been engaged five times, including the most recent. My third
fiancé and I never set an actual date, so I’m not sure if that one counts.”
    “Neither am I,” Gage laughed. “But I’m pretty sure the
employees at the county clerk’s office would thank you profusely for not
creating a never-ending paper trail that culminates in divorce decrees. So in
all of these engagements, were you the runner?”
    “Excuse me. The what?” Slightly buzzed, she immediately
thought of floor coverings.
    “The runner,” he said, as though the word alone were
self-explanatory. “Did you call the whole thing off?”
    “I don’t see how that’s remotely your business,” Sabrina
replied, feeling rankled. The balls of the man.
    “Well, you seem to speak from experience,” Gage went on
mildly. “I’m just questioning the extent of it.”
    “If you had been married—” she began, then looked at him
suspiciously. “Have you?”
    “Nope. I’m going to take my own sweet time finding Mrs.
Fitzgerald, and when I ask her to marry me, damn straight I’m gonna mean it.”
He plucked a long blade of St. Augustine from the ground and carefully folded
it down the midrib. “I only plan on getting married once.”
    “Of course you do.” Sabrina graced him with a sweetly
condescending smile. “Well, if you had been married, you’d understand
that it