Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1 Novel - Chapter 38

Trent was already there when Bree arrived at the meeting location. She took her time walking over, not because she was puzzled about what she was going to say but because she was studying him. The sun was almost directly overhead. It picked up the golden highlights in his hair and reflected them like a halo around his head. His skin was more bronze now than it had ever been in all the years she'd known him, probably from so much beach time.

His eyes were the color of the sea, and the way he worried his hand against his set jaw, he looked so handsome she could hardly handle looking at him, but she also couldn't pull away. How could she lose him forever? He'd never truly been hers, but for all of these years, she'd always assumed, somewhere, in the back of her mind, they'd figure out a way to be together.

Now, he was getting married tomorrow to someone who not only didn't deserve him, she didn't deserve anyone--unless there was someone in this world as evil and self-absorbed as she was, and that was hard to imagine. Trent saw Bree coming and raised a hand to her. She tried to smile and wave back, but her emotions were about to choke her up, and she didn't have the heart to be too friendly. She sat down next to him, her hand merely inches from his, and stared out at the ocean.

It reminded her of a time when they were younger, when they'd gone to the movies with a bunch of friends. That wasn't the memorable part--they did that all the time--but they had sat next to each other that night. It was a scary movie, and every time a jump scare caused the audience to leap in their seats, her hand inched closer to Trent's until she was actually holding his hand in hers.

There wasn't necessarily anything romantic about the death grip she had on his fingers, but it was still holding his hand, and she wished she could reach over and take it now. Eventually, she set those thoughts aside and got on with it. "Thanks for coming to meet me. It must've been hard for you to get away." "It wasn't easy, but it's all right. What's wrong, Bree? Your tone before was worrisome.