Dangerous Confessions of the Heart (Dangerous Secrets of the Heart) by Michele Johnson Page B

Austin exclaimed and apologized.
                  “It’s fine. I’m fine. ” I said. “The security guard shot him.”
                  “Are your sure you’re okay?” he asked again.
                  “I’m fine. Where were you? Didn’t you hear me scream?” I asked.
                  “No, I was in the shower…hoping you would join me. But when you didn’t show up I got worried and began looking for you. I had no idea that this was happening.” He said. He grabbed me and gave me a protective hug.
                  “I’m fine.” I said then I proceeded to tell him what had happened.
    “I wish I was there to save you.” He said.
    “Come on, we have a long two days.” I said disregarding him.
    I took a quick shower and climbed into the opposite bed from Austin. He was already asleep and I was still planning on crashing a wedding in a couple days to steal the groom, I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 12
                  The next morning I got up and Austin wasn’t there. I looked in the bathroom and he wasn’t there either.
                  “Maybe he is letting me do this on my own.” I said to myself hopeful.
                  The door opened and Austin had breakfast in his hand.
                  “…You hungry?” He asked laying a bagel in front of me with a side of cream cheese.
                  “Thank you Austin.” I said half disappointed.
                  “So, what do we have planned today?” He asked.
                  “Well, I need a dress.” I said taking a bite of my bagel.
                  “Okay cool, I suppose I’ll need a tux.” He said.
                  “Wait? You’re coming to the wedding too?” I asked.
                  “Of course, you need a look out.” He admitted.
                  I knew he was right so I accepted it.
                  “Okay.” I said.
                  We finished up our breakfast to hurry out to get our outfits for the wedding.
                  I drove us to a formal shop where I picked out my prom dress. I proceeded to try on dresses and model them for Austin. He was patient with me. He told me I look beautiful in anything. I realized I was getting nowhere with the dresses I was trying on. Austin tried to pep talk me.
                  “Jamie, if he sees what I see then he will love you no matter what you wear.” He said.
                  My eyes began to tear. “You really do love me, don’t you?” I asked.
                  “I do…but this is what you want. I’m willing to let you go; for your happiness.” He admitted.
                  “I love you too Austin.” I confessed.
                  “Are you not having any luck ma’am?” The sales person asked.
                  “No such luck.” I said.
                  “What are you buying the dress for?” the sales person asked.
                  “A wedding….” I admitted.
                  “Oh congratulations…!” She said.
                  “No, not mine...” I hastily said.
                  “Oh. I’m sorry for assuming.” She apologized.
                  “It’s fine.” I said.
                  “Well what colors do you like?” She asked.
                  “My favorite is sky blue.” I told her.
                  “Well, I’ll be right back then. I think I have the prefect dress for you.” She said and rushed to the back.
                  When she returned she had a dress zipped in a white bag. “We just received this not too long ago. It’s a used dress but we fixed it up and it’s in good