The Dakota Man Read Free

know.” Hannah relinquished her pose in the doorway to go to Maggie. “I know,” she murmured, drawing her friend into a protective embrace.
    “I’m sorry, Hannah,” Maggie muttered, sniffing. “I promised myself I wouldn’t cry anymore.”
    “And you shouldn’t,” Hannah said, her voice made raspy with compassion. “That son of a bitch isn’t worth the time of day from you, never mind your tears.”
    Maggie was so startled by Hannah’s curse—Hannah never cursed—she stepped back to stare at her friend in tear-drying amazement.
    Hannah shrugged. “Occasionally, when I’m seriously upset or furious, I lose control of my mouth.”
    “Oh.” Maggie blinked away the last of the moisture blurring her vision and swiped her hands over her wet cheeks. “Well, you must be seriously one or the other, because I’ve known you since soon after you arrived here in Philadelphia from flyover country, and this is the first time I’ve ever heard a swear word from you.”
    “Actually, I’m seriously both,” Hannah drawled, her tone belying the glitter in her blue eyes. “It just fries me that you’re tearing yourself apart over that…that…slimy, two-timing, money-grabbing slug.”
    “Thanks, friend,” Maggie murmured, moved by Hannah’s concern for her. “I appreciate your support.”
    “You’re welcome.” A smile curved Hannah’s full lips. “And it’s Nebraska.”
    “What?”
    “The flyover country I come from is the State of Nebraska,” she answered.
    “Oh, yeah, I knew that,” Maggie said, interest sparking in her green eyes. “What’s it like there…in Nebraska?”
    Hannah frowned, as if confused by both the question and her friend’s sudden show of interest on a topic she’d never before evinced any curiosity over. “The section I came from? Mostly rural, kind of placid, and at the time I decided to move to the big city, I thought, pretty dull.”
    “Sounds like just the ticket,” Maggie mused aloud in a contemplative mutter.
    “Just the ticket,” Hannah repeated in astonishment. “For what? Being bored silly? What are you getting at?”
    Maggie’s smile could only be described as reckless. “You know those possibilities I mentioned?”
    “Ye-e-es…” Hannah eyed her with budding alarm. “But now I’m almost afraid to ask.”
    Maggie laughed; it felt good, so she laughed again. “I’ll tell you, anyway. Come with me, my friend,” she invited, turning away from the room and the scattered debris that had once been her wedding gown. “Venting my spleen in here made me thirsty. We’ll talk over coffee.”
    “You can’t be serious.” Her half-full cup of coffee—her third—in front of her, Hannah stared at Maggie in sheer disbelief.
    “I assure you I am. Dead serious,” Maggiesaid, her features set in lines of determination. “I have already started the ball rolling.”
    “By slashing your gown to ribbons?” Hannah asked, her tone reflecting the hope that her friend hadn’t done something even more drastic.
    “Oh, that. That was symbolic.” Maggie dismissed the act with a flick of her hand. “I couldn’t stand looking at it another minute. No,” she said, shaking her head. “What I have done to get the ball rolling was to spend this lovely Sunday morning composing notes to all the guests invited to the wedding, informing them that there would be no wedding, after all, e-mailing those on-line, and preparing the rest for snail-mail delivery.”
    “If you’d given me a holler, I’d have gladly helped you with that,” Hannah said, heaving a sigh of exasperation.
    “Thanks, but, well…” Maggie shrugged. “That chore is done.”
    “You didn’t e-mail your parents….” Hannah’s eyebrows shot up. “Did you?”
    “Well, of course not. I telephoned them.” Maggie sighed. “They were understandably upset, insisted I go spend some time with them in Hawaii.”
    “Good idea.”
    Maggie gave a quick head shake. “No, it isn’t. They both took early