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happy with that sort of arrangement now."  She turned her attention to Savannah again.  "I think you're going to be very pleased with Scott."
    "I'm certain I will."  Savannah squeezed the older woman's hand.  "I trust you not to tie me to a toad."
    Dr. Simpson threw her head back and laughed.  "A toad?  No, I won't tie you to a toad.  I should put that in my advertisement.  'No one will be tied to a toad.'  Do you think it would work for me?"
    Savannah couldn't help but giggle at the psychologist's silliness.  "I would think so.  It would have worked for me!"
    Dr. Simpson took a seat, crossing her ankles in front of her.  "This is how it's going to work.  I found a minister who will marry you.  When you're walking down the aisle you will see Scott for the first time."  She looked between the two women.  "Is there someone who you have here to walk you down the aisle?"
    Savannah looked at her mother.  "I was hoping my mom would do it."
    Mrs. Blyton raised both hands as if to ward off the very idea.  "I don't think that could work for me.  I would be too nervous to be fulfilling a traditional male role that way."
    Dr. Simpson nodded as if she understood.  "I thought that might be the case.  I brought my husband, Sam, along to walk you down the aisle if you'd like."
    Savannah considered it.  She wanted to say she could walk down alone, since her father wasn't there, but she really wasn't certain she could do it...walking alone to a man she didn't know?  "I'd like that."
    When it was time, Dr. Simpson left for a moment and brought back a man in his mid-forties.  He had dark hair and kind green eyes.  "This is my Sam.  Sam?  This is your daughter for the next hour."
    Sam smiled, reaching out to take Savannah's hand and put it through his arm.  He was wearing a charcoal suit with a red striped tie.  "We'll do it together.  You've never married, and I've never walked a daughter down the aisle.  We're even."
    Savannah smiled.  "You don't have any daughters?"
    Sam shook his head, while Dr. Simpson and Mrs. Blyton walked out ahead of them.  "Just one adopted son.  Lachele couldn't have any babies, but we sure do love our boy." 
    "Oh!  I'm sorry to bring up a sore subject."  Savannah wanted a houseful of children and couldn't imagine being told she couldn't have them.
    "It's been too many years for it to be a sore subject."  Sam patted the hand that still rested on his arm.  "You ready?"
    Savannah took a deep breath.  "I'm doing the right thing, aren't I?"
    "Definitely.  If Lachele found you a man, I guarantee, he's the right man for you."  He started walking slowly through the back of the church to the aisle they'd walk down together.  "Smile big now, beautiful."
    Savannah tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach that were starting to feel as if they were eagles, fighting their way out.  She forced a slight smile on her face, walking toward the front of the church with the man beside her.  Why she felt comfortable with him, she didn't know, but he seemed like a teddy bear to her.
    There were two men standing together at the front of the church.  One man, with hair just as blond as hers stood gazing at her steadily, a half smile on his face.  He looked as if he were wondering what had possessed him to be there as well.  Seeing that look on his face for some reason reassured her.  She didn't mind marrying a man who would marry a stranger, as long as he knew it was odd.
    Scott watched as his bride walked down the aisle toward him on the arm of a dark haired man.  She was beautiful.  Somehow he'd been certain that only a plain woman would agree to marry a stranger, but that wasn't the case with her.  She made his knees weak.  He wanted to meet her halfway and take her hand from the other man, but he knew that would be unacceptable.  He could just imagine her father's reaction to that.
    When Savannah reached the front of the church, she stood uncertainly for a moment as Sam took her