Call Me Irresistible (Wynette, Texas #5)
Author: Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Chapter One
M ore than a few residents of Wynette, Texas, thought Ted Beaudine was marrying beneath himself. It wasn't as if the bride's mother was still the president of the United States. Cornelia Jorik had been out of office for over a year. And Ted Beaudine was, after all, Ted Beaudine.
The younger residents wanted him to marry a multiplatinum rock star, but he'd already had that chance and turned her down. Ditto a reigning actress-fashionista. Most, however, thought he should have chosen someone from the world of women's professional sports, specifically the LPGA. As it was, Lucy Jorik didn't even play golf.
That didn't stop the local merchants from stamping Lucy's and Ted's faces on some special-edition golf balls. But the dimpling made them look a little cross-eyed, so most of the tourists who crowded the town to catch a glimpse of the weekend festivities favored the more flattering golf towels. Other bestsellers included the commemorative plates and mugs mass-produced by the town's Golden Agers, with the proceeds going to repairing the fire-damaged Wynette Public Library.
As the hometown of two of the greatest players in professional golf, Wynette, Texas, was used to seeing celebrities walking its streets, although not a former president of the United States. Every hotel and motel within a fifty-mile radius was filled with politicians, athletes, movie stars, and heads of state. Secret Service agents had popped up all over, and way too many journalists were taking up valuable bar space at the Roustabout. But with only one industry to support the local economy, the town had fallen on tough times, and Wynette's citizens welcomed the business. The Kiwanis had gotten particularly inventive by selling bleacher seats across the street from Wynette Presbyterian for twenty dollars each.
The general public had been shocked when the bride had chosen the small Texas town for the ceremony instead of having a Beltway wedding, but Ted was a Hill Country boy through and through, and the locals had never imagined he'd marry anyplace else. He'd grown into a man under their watchful eyes, and they knew him as well as they knew their own families. Not a soul in town could muster up a single bad thing to say about him. Even his ex-girlfriends couldn't do more than muster sighs of regret. That's the kind of man Ted Beaudine was.
Meg Koranda might be the daughter of Hollywood royalty, but she was also broke, homeless, and desperate, which didn't exactly put her in the mood to be a bridesmaid at her best friend's wedding. Especially when she suspected her best friend just might be making the mistake of a lifetime by marrying the favorite son of Wynette, Texas.
Lucy Jorik, the bride-to-be, paced the carpet of her suite at the Wynette Country Inn, which her illustrious family had taken over for the festivities. "They won't say it to my face, Meg, but everybody in this town believes Ted is marrying down !"
Lucy looked so upset that Meg wanted to hug her, or maybe she wanted that comfort for herself. She vowed not to add her own misery to her friend's distress. "An interesting conclusion for these hayseeds to make, considering you're only the oldest daughter of the former president of the United States. Not exactly a nobody."
"Adopted daughter. I'm serious, Meg. The people in Wynette interrogate me. Every time I go out."
This wasn't entirely new information, since Meg talked to Lucy on the phone several times a week, but their phone calls hadn't revealed the tense lines that seemed to have taken up permanent residence above the bridge of Lucy's small nose. Meg tugged on one of her silver earrings, which might or might not be Sung dynasty, depending on whether she believed the Shanghai rickshaw driver who'd sold them to her. "I'm guessing you're more than a match for the good citizens of Wynette."
"It's just so unnerving," Lucy said. "They try to be cagey about it, but I can't walk down the street without somebody stopping to ask if I happen to know what year Ted won the U.S. Amateur Golf Championship or how much time passed between his bachelor's and master's degrees-a trick question because he earned them together."
Meg had dropped out of college before she earned even one degree, so the idea of earning two together struck her as more than a little demented. Still, Lucy could be a tad obsessive herself. "It's a new experience, that's all. Not having everybody suck up to you."
"Believe me, no danger of that." Lucy pushed a lock of light brown hair behind her ear. "At a party last week, somebody asked me very casually, as if everybody has this conversation over a cheese ball, if I happened to know Ted's IQ, which I didn't, but I figured she didn't know, either, so I said one thirty-eight. But, oh no . . . As it turns out, I made a huge mistake. Apparently Ted scored one hundred and fifty-one the last time he was tested. And according to the bartender, Ted had the flu or he'd have done better."