traveled the length of my spine.
I sighed. “I didn’t particularly care for walking into your office and seeing Bree’s breasts pressed against your shoulder.” It was blunt, but it was the truth.
He sighed in frustration and removed his hand , leaving me with a cold and empty feeling where his hand had been.
Neither of us spoke for a moment, and then we were pulling into Jamie’s driveway. I didn’t want my fiancé to meet my sister when there was tension between us. I wanted things to be normal again. I just didn’t know how to make it normal.
Just when it felt like we turned a corner, it was like we ran into another wall.
I grabbed the door handle, and then I felt Nick’s hand on my arm. I turned to look at him. His striking hazel eyes lit up as the last remaining sunlight of our day made its way behind the mountains, and his attractiveness in that moment was jarring. Sometimes I looked at him and found him so sexy that it knocked me on my ass, and this was one of those moments.
“Can I ask you a question?” he said.
I nodded. “Of course.” I turned in my seat, and his fingers linked with mine.
“Why did you change your mind about moving up our wedding date?”
My heart skipped a beat. This wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have a moment before we were going to walk into my sister’s house so Nick could finally meet her.
“Because I want to marry you. Like yesterday.”
“Why, Julianne?” His voice was a soft whisper.
“Because I love you.”
“Why else?”
I sighed.
His answer was his own frustrated sigh.
“What?” I asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of my tone.
“I just want to make sure we’re doing this for the right reasons.”
“Nothing about why I want to marry you is wrong.”
“I just don’t want to rush it if we’re doing it to stake a claim on each other.”
I thought about that for a moment. Maybe he wanted to tie me down to alleviate his fears that I was going to leave him for Travis – which I would never do – as much as I wanted to tie him down to alleviate my own fears that he was go ing to fall under Bree’s spell or any one of the hundreds of other women that would likely be knocking down his door if he was single.
Even though I knew in my heart that neither of those things would ever happen, he was absolutely right. Getting married to possess each other was wrong. Getting married because we were deeply in love and wanted to commit our lives to each other was right. And I knew that was my true motivation in marrying him.
“You still want to marry me, don’t you?” I hated that I sounded like I was pleading.
“I can’t think of anything I want more in this world than to marry you. I love you. I want you to be my wife. I want our wedding to be everything you dreamed it would be, and I don’t want anything else to be the focus of our day except our love for each other.”
“I love you, too. And that’s all I want, too.”
“Then let’s give ourselves a couple more months to plan.”
“So not August?”
He shook his head, and I felt conflicting feelings of relief and sadness.
“Let’s check the calendar later,” I said.
He smiled and leaned over the seat for a kiss.
All stupid drama aside, I just wanted to marry the man of my dreams. It had nothing to do with Bree or Travis or anybody else. This was the man I was meant to spend the rest of my life with, and I could not wait for that to begin.
Besides, I thought to myse lf, just because he had a ring on his finger didn’t necessarily mean a girl like Bree wouldn’t still offer herself up on a silver platter.
The really odd thing about all of those revelations was that we still ended up apart.
It took awhile, but the wedge that had started dividing us eventually broke us, and I wasn’t sure how we were going to find our way back to each other.
We were fine at my sister’s house. In fact, Nick really bonded with Brandon while Jamie and I fussed over the baby. I saw our
I sighed. “I didn’t particularly care for walking into your office and seeing Bree’s breasts pressed against your shoulder.” It was blunt, but it was the truth.
He sighed in frustration and removed his hand , leaving me with a cold and empty feeling where his hand had been.
Neither of us spoke for a moment, and then we were pulling into Jamie’s driveway. I didn’t want my fiancé to meet my sister when there was tension between us. I wanted things to be normal again. I just didn’t know how to make it normal.
Just when it felt like we turned a corner, it was like we ran into another wall.
I grabbed the door handle, and then I felt Nick’s hand on my arm. I turned to look at him. His striking hazel eyes lit up as the last remaining sunlight of our day made its way behind the mountains, and his attractiveness in that moment was jarring. Sometimes I looked at him and found him so sexy that it knocked me on my ass, and this was one of those moments.
“Can I ask you a question?” he said.
I nodded. “Of course.” I turned in my seat, and his fingers linked with mine.
“Why did you change your mind about moving up our wedding date?”
My heart skipped a beat. This wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have a moment before we were going to walk into my sister’s house so Nick could finally meet her.
“Because I want to marry you. Like yesterday.”
“Why, Julianne?” His voice was a soft whisper.
“Because I love you.”
“Why else?”
I sighed.
His answer was his own frustrated sigh.
“What?” I asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of my tone.
“I just want to make sure we’re doing this for the right reasons.”
“Nothing about why I want to marry you is wrong.”
“I just don’t want to rush it if we’re doing it to stake a claim on each other.”
I thought about that for a moment. Maybe he wanted to tie me down to alleviate his fears that I was going to leave him for Travis – which I would never do – as much as I wanted to tie him down to alleviate my own fears that he was go ing to fall under Bree’s spell or any one of the hundreds of other women that would likely be knocking down his door if he was single.
Even though I knew in my heart that neither of those things would ever happen, he was absolutely right. Getting married to possess each other was wrong. Getting married because we were deeply in love and wanted to commit our lives to each other was right. And I knew that was my true motivation in marrying him.
“You still want to marry me, don’t you?” I hated that I sounded like I was pleading.
“I can’t think of anything I want more in this world than to marry you. I love you. I want you to be my wife. I want our wedding to be everything you dreamed it would be, and I don’t want anything else to be the focus of our day except our love for each other.”
“I love you, too. And that’s all I want, too.”
“Then let’s give ourselves a couple more months to plan.”
“So not August?”
He shook his head, and I felt conflicting feelings of relief and sadness.
“Let’s check the calendar later,” I said.
He smiled and leaned over the seat for a kiss.
All stupid drama aside, I just wanted to marry the man of my dreams. It had nothing to do with Bree or Travis or anybody else. This was the man I was meant to spend the rest of my life with, and I could not wait for that to begin.
Besides, I thought to myse lf, just because he had a ring on his finger didn’t necessarily mean a girl like Bree wouldn’t still offer herself up on a silver platter.
The really odd thing about all of those revelations was that we still ended up apart.
It took awhile, but the wedge that had started dividing us eventually broke us, and I wasn’t sure how we were going to find our way back to each other.
We were fine at my sister’s house. In fact, Nick really bonded with Brandon while Jamie and I fussed over the baby. I saw our
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