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  The help only he can offer...

  Cypress Pointe, Florida, is a long way from LA, where pop singer Cassie Branford needs a hit to prove she’s not a two-album wonder. But her case of writer’s block could be over when the struggling songwriter meets Luke Hastings at a family wedding.

  The legendary musician walked away from success at the height of his career. Yet Luke is already inspiring Cassie with his dedication to building a permanent community outreach center for troubled teens. Volunteering to help bring music into these kids’ lives is also bringing her and Luke closer. Maybe they’re not as different as he thinks...

  Her steady gaze held his.

  Luke’s heart pounded. This close, he could see the different shades of green mocking his words. Cassie knew, maybe even better than he did.

  “Talent like yours doesn’t just go away.”

  “Maybe it should.”

  The words hung between them. Time stilled as his blood raced. How had she focused on the fact that while he said he wouldn’t write again, the ability had never switched off? His brain still formed tempos and lyrics, even though he pushed them away every time they surfaced. For two years he’d lived without admitting the truth to himself. And now, by encouraging Cassie to deal with her fears, he was forced to confront his own.

  With so little space between them, he looked down at her lips. What would she do if he crossed the line? Kissed her as a way of changing the subject?

  Find out, his inner voice taunted.

  Dear Reader,

  Welcome back to Cypress Pointe, the sleepy Florida town where love and family go hand in hand with bright sunny days and warm tropical nights. The wedding professionals are busy once again, this time performing music in The Wedding March, the fifth installment in The Business of Weddings series.

  Let’s face it, you can’t have a wedding reception without music and dancing. Who wants to miss rocking out to “Y.M.C.A.”? Or jumping into that line dance you can’t keep time to? I can already see you smiling. It takes talented musicians to keep guests on the dance floor. Cassie Branford and Luke Hastings fit the bill.

  Suffering from writer’s block, pop star Cassie doesn’t know where to turn for inspiration, until she meets legendary songwriter Luke Hastings performing at her father’s wedding reception. Could he be the answer to her prayers?

  Luke left the music industry and threw his life into teaching and starting a program for at-risk teens. He thought he had his life under control, until Cassie captured his heart. Can she convince him to jump-start her muse when he’s vowed never to write music again?

  Thanks for visiting Cypress Pointe. You’ll meet new family members and friends, as well as catch up with previous characters from The Business of Weddings series.

  Tara

  The Wedding March

  USA TODAY Bestselling Author

  Tara Randel

  Tara Randel is an award-winning, USA TODAY bestselling author of eleven novels. Family values, a bit of mystery and, of course, love and romance are her favorite themes, because she believes love is the greatest gift of all. Tara lives on the West Coast of Florida, where gorgeous sunsets and beautiful weather inspire the creation of heartwarming stories. This is her fifth book for Harlequin Heartwarming. Visit Tara at www.tararandel.com. Like her on Facebook at Tara Randel Books.

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  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  EXCERPT FROM A SONG FOR RORY BY CERELLA SECHRIST

  CHAPTER ONE

  THE WEDDING GUESTS standing outside the whitewashed church under a clear, blue Florida sky tossed birdseed on the happy couple as the bride and groom made their way down the sidewalk to the waiting limousine.

  “I can’t believe I agreed to come to this shindig,” Cassie Branford muttered as she brushed the unflattering brown kernels from her new dress.

  “It’s not a shindig. It’s a wedding.”

  Cassie cast her younger sister, Lauren, a dubious glance. “A wedding I’d rather not attend.”

  “Dad really wanted you here.”

  “And therein lies the problem.”

  Minutes later a dozen white doves were released in honor of the celebration. Cassie barely controlled an eye roll. For her father, the more pretentious the better. This event filled the bill.

  “Well, at least the birds get to eat.” Cassie chuckled at her own humor as she viewed the ground covered with seed.

  Lauren merely shook her head, obviously not amused, and walked ahead of her to the car.

  The ceremony had been celebrated at the Methodist church off Main Street. Very elegant, very subdued. You’d think the couple were getting hitched for the first time instead of second marriages for both. Still, Angelica wanted a production and Cassie’s father indulged her. It was easy to do when his new wife’s family money covered the bill.

  “The doves were a nice touch,” Lauren said minutes later, as she navigated the charming streets of Cypress Pointe en route to the reception.

  “Nice? How about unnecessary?”

  “When did you become such a downer?”

  “I don’t know. When I was commanded, not asked, to come to the wedding?”

  “Cassie, we haven’t seen you in a while.”

  “True, but at least I talk to you and Mom regularly. Dad? Never. So his summons kind of turned me off.”

  Lauren pulled into a space in the country club parking lot. “It’s his day. Be nice.”

  It was always Robert Branford’s day, but Cassie got the gist. As they entered the event room, Cassie stopped short. “Really?”

  The mood had changed from tasteful to over-the-top. Flanked on either side of the banquet room doors, medieval garbed trumpeters announced each guest in a blast of great fanfare. Crossing the threshold, a trumpet aimed dangerously close to her head, Cassie covered her ear and took in the atmospheric mist courtesy of the dry ice machine. A sultry haze hovered over the dance floor. Hello, could anyone say danger? As she headed to her assigned table, a sudden spate of coughing seized her thanks to the fog irritating her throat. She grabbed a goblet of water from the table for a soothing sip.

  Huge white calla lily centerpieces, dripping with crystal beads, took up half the space on the round dinner tables. Spotless linens with the initials A & R embroidered in silver and black thread covered the tables. Champagne glasses with silver rims waited to be filled with sparkling wine. A massive champagne waterfall
took up one corner of the room, a chocolate fountain positioned in another.

  Soon, a six-course dinner would be followed by dancing until dawn.

  Held at the Cypress Pointe Country Club, the town elite made an appearance at the flashy reception. Dressed to the nines, everyone tried outdoing each other. Cassie had let her soon-to-be stepmother talk her into a short emerald-colored dress with a sheer lace covering and high silver pumps. She’d have been happier in a casual dress and sandals instead of shoes that pinched, but Angelica would have fainted on the spot. Even Cassie’s hair bothered her. She reached up to touch the elaborate style.

  “Quit fussing,” Lauren hissed, smoothing the skirt of her navy dress.

  “I feel like a mannequin in the department store. No one wears their hair like this. And don’t get me started on the time spent at the salon. Three hours? On hair?”

  “It’s better than your usual braid.”

  “Hey. I like my braid. It keeps the hair out of my face.”

  “At least the hairdresser hid that dreadful pink streak you insist on. It’s not appropriate for a beautiful event like this wedding.”

  She liked the pink streak. Or any color streak that gave her pizzazz. As a popular music artist, she’d developed her own standout look, regardless of family opinion.

  “Suck-up,” Cassie muttered under her breath.

  “What did you say?”

  “You look lovely,” she answered.

  And Lauren did. Both sisters shared a light skin tone, but their hair color differed. Cassie’s, a light sandy brown, hung long and straight, while Lauren’s, a warm ash, was cut at her shoulders, much more fashionable than Cassie’s. Lauren had acquired the conservative gene, which seemed to have skipped Cassie. And while the sisters resembled each other, that was where the similarities ended. Especially with regard to this wedding.

  “Thanks. I want Dad to be proud.”

  That was never going to happen, but Cassie didn’t express her opinion. How many times had she tried to earn his approval, only to be shot down? She and Lauren argued time and again over the subject of their father and never made any headway. Today wasn’t going to change the impasse.

  Angelica came up behind them, her arms circling their waists, catching the tail end of the conversation. “Robert is over the moon. Both of his daughters here for the happiest day of his life.”

  Cassie bit the inside of her cheek. She liked Angelica, she really did, but sometimes the older woman didn’t have a clue. Maybe it was better like that.

  “Now, girls, your father would like you all in a picture together. He’s waiting by the windows.”

  Normally, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the lush golf course. For the wedding festivities, however, a huge cutout fairy-tale castle obscured the idyllic view. Light emanating from the early spring evening snuck in beside the garish photo spot. Cassie sneaked a peek. Honestly, the palette of orange, purple and deep blue streaking the sky, hues only an artist could have conjured, would have been a much more appropriate backdrop for a wedding, but Angelica wanted a “fun” background for guests to take commemorative pictures. Hats, feather boas and masks were scattered on the nearby table for the guests to don in their photos, which were digitally printed out seconds later.

  As Angelica stepped back, Lauren grabbed Cassie’s hand and pulled. “C’mon. We can’t keep him waiting.”

  Cassie allowed herself to be tugged along. If she had her choice, she’d make an excuse not to be photographed, but Robert loved being the center of attention. Tall, his brown hair immaculately cut, his shoulders straight and steady in a custom fitted tuxedo, he was used to commanding the room. A symphony conductor, he moved audiences with his dramatic flair for interpreting musical scores, touching the hearts of listeners. Tonight, his command included the wedding guests and his daughters.

  “Here we are,” Lauren said as they arrived. She hurried to loop her arm through his. Cassie hovered a few feet away.

  Robert held out his other arm for Cassie. “Well?”

  She shuffled to his side, begrudgingly taking his arm.

  “You could look a little more excited, Cassandra,” Robert spoke from the corner of his mouth. “Even when you were a child I never could get you to smile.”

  Pasting on a fake grin, Cassie returned with, “Better?”

  Flashes of light blinded her as the photographer snapped pictures, but she continued to hold her smile. Before long, Angelica joined in. One big happy family.

  As soon as the photographer signaled he was finished, Cassie beelined to the ladies’ room to compose herself.

  Compose. Hah. Like she needed to be reminded that she should be in California writing music for her next album, not a couple thousand miles away in Florida, at a wedding she would have missed if her sister hadn’t cajoled her into coming.

  “It wouldn’t matter where I am,” she said under her breath as she stood before the wide restroom mirror hanging on the wall over a bank of gleaming sinks. She was having trouble coming up with new music. To be honest, her lack of inspiration scared her. This next project would make or break her career and so far...nothing.

  Keep at it, sweetheart. One day you’ll get better.

  Her first pop album had been a surprise commercial success. At twenty-three, she’d made a name in the industry with her haunting melodies, her soul-stirring lyrics, her clear voice. Her writing, so pure then, had come from the depths of her soul. Critics had called her work natural and her style heartfelt. The label, thrilled by the interest in their new artist, pushed her back into the studio right away. Caught up in the whirlwind, she went along with the plan to start a second project.

  But the label had wanted her to work with new producers, make her music more trendy, they told her. More dance style than ballads and songs with deep conviction, like those on her first record. This time, the music sounded nothing like she’d intended. The process was arduous. There were too many people telling her what to do and how to sound. Because she was so new at this, she went along with the voices of experience. Her manager wanted to please the label. As a result, her second album had tanked.

  Could she now be a has-been at twenty-six?

  The door opened, drawing Cassie from her morose thoughts. She nodded to a woman dressed in a designer gown, saturated in a cloying floral perfume. Cassie patted her hair again, at a loss as to what else to do. She couldn’t play with her braid since her hair was all curled up around her head and she’d left her clutch at the table so she didn’t have any gloss to touch up her lips with. With a sigh, she stood, staring at her image.

  Was she a two-record wonder?

  Would her next project be a disaster, too? She knew she should stop thinking like a failure before she even got started, but after the release and disappointment of album number two, she’d lost her mojo. The critics demanded to know what happened to the genuine songstress they’d admired so much, and to be honest, so did Cassie. She’d disliked the music of her sophomore effort. She wanted, no, needed, to get back to basics. She was tired of second-guessing her talent. Fearful of failing again. She hadn’t told a soul, but all the stress had produced a serious case of writer’s block.

  She couldn’t write a thing.

  And she had to be back in the studio in less than three months.

  Keep at it, sweetheart. One day you’ll get better.

  The woman came to the sink, eyeing Cassie.

  “You’re Robert’s daughter. The musical one.”

  She nearly laughed out loud. Right now, she could debate that claim. “That’s me.”

  “We’re thrilled to have a man of your father’s prestige as part of our community.”

  “I’m so happy for you.”

  The woman sent a startled glance at Cassie, not sure what to make of her reply.

  “See you
on the dance floor,” Cassie said, returning to her assigned table, more than ready to eat dinner and make her escape.

  Across the room, a string quartet and a harpist played soft background music. Before the meal began, Angelica stood, a sparkling tiara nestled in her platinum blond hair pulled back in a tight chignon, her makeup flawless, her white dress covered with glittering seed pearls. She tapped her champagne flute with a spoon and smiled as silence descended upon the room.

  “Thank you so much, my dear family and friends, for joining Robert and me on our special day. I am so pleased that Robert’s daughters, Cassandra and Lauren, are here to share our happiness.”

  Cassie ground her back teeth together. Cassie. My name is Cassie.

  “I’ve asked Lauren to make a toast.” She waved her new stepdaughter to her side. “And Cassandra? Please, join us.”

  Cassie took her glass and walked over to her new stepmother. Just as Lauren was about to speak, Robert rose and worked his way to her side. He nodded and Lauren began.

  “I’ve been so excited for this day to come. Angelica is such a warm and loving woman, just the right person to make my father happy. My sister and I—” she looked over at Cassie. Cassie held up her glass “—are honored to have been raised by such a wonderful father. We thank him for all he’s given us and look forward to what the future brings in his marriage and our lives together.” She lifted her glass. “To Robert and Angelica.”

  “To Robert and Angelica,” echoed the guests.

  As everyone took their seats, the steady hum of conversation filled the room as dinner was served. Classical music started up again, a quiet backdrop to the festivities.

  Cassie leaned into her sister. “Laying it on a bit thick, sis?”

  Lauren narrowed her eyes. “I meant every word.”

  “Really? The part about Dad—”

  Lauren cleared her throat.

  “—excuse me, Father, raising us? Please, he was never home and then after the split, he couldn’t get away from Mom and us fast enough.”