want.”
He brushed his lips against her cheek, pressing his hardness into the softness of her stomach. “You want me; just admit it. You want me as much as I want you.”
“I spent almost a year of my life wanting you to want me. Meanwhile, you chased after everything in a short skirt.”
He closed his eyes and lowered his head. He couldn’t argue with the truth. “I’m not the same guy anymore, Jen. I know I made mistakes back then, but if you’d just give me a chance…”
“You’re too late. How many times do I have to say it? I’m getting married.”
He was dying inside, a slow painful death. It felt like acid was burning through his body, eating him alive. “You can’t do this.”
She reached into her purse and pulled out a large diamond solitaire. She slipped it on the third finger of her left hand and held it up for him to see. “It’s already done. This should be all the proof you need.”
That ring didn’t belong on her finger, his did. No matter what she said, he was going to find a way to make her realize that before she married the wrong man.
CHAPTER FIVE
By the time Jenna arrived at the boutique, after a quick stop at home to shower and change, her sister and future sister-in-law had already had their final dress fitting and left. According to Callie and Tracey, they were anxious to get home to their husbands and children.
That left her trapped there, under the watchful eyes of her two best friends. Given the fact that she left the bar with Mark last night, there was no reason to make empty excuses for her tardiness. They knew her too well.
The seamstress thrust her wedding gown at her, ordering her into a vacant change room while muttering under her breath that Saturdays were the busiest day of the week.
Jenna slipped into the dress and fastened the hidden zipper running down her back. She stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror. It wasn’t the first time she’d worn the gown, but for some reason, today it didn’t have the power to make her feel like a princess. She just felt sad, tired… overwhelmed.
She fixed a smile on her face before stepping out of the dressing room. “How does it look?”
Her two friends whistled under their breath. “Wow, you look gorgeous, Jen,” Trace said, walking around her to admire the dress from all angles. “It’s perfect. Just wait ‘til Kevin sees you in this dress.”
Kevin. She had a vision of Mark waiting for her at the end of the aisle, raking his eyes over her, smiling in awe.
She shook her head, trying to refocus on the task at hand. She wasn’t marrying Mark, she was marrying Kevin. Only three weeks until she took the vows that would change her life forever.
Forsaking all others…
Trace slipped her arm around Jen’s waist and squeezed, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. “Hey, are you okay, honey?”
Jenna offered a shaky smile, taking a deep breath. “Sure, I’m fine, great.” She giggled, forcing herself to stop before it erupted into a case of full-blown hysteria. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Her friends exchanged a look of concern. “Uh, why don’t we get this over with so we can take you out to lunch, Jen?” Callie suggested. “You look like you could use a drink.”
That’s how this whole mess had started. One drink to relax, two to lower her inhibitions, three to give her courage. Next thing she knew she was in Mark’s arms, falling in love with him all over again.
She flattened her palm against her quivering stomach. “I don’t think so. I’m not feeling very well.”
Callie came up behind her, putting her arm around her shoulders. “Does this have anything to do with what happened last night?” she whispered.
Jen bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back the tears. “Kevin knows I spent the night with Mark,” she whispered.
She was vaguely aware of the bustle of excited brides looking for the gown that would complete their wedding day fantasy. Women who were probably
He brushed his lips against her cheek, pressing his hardness into the softness of her stomach. “You want me; just admit it. You want me as much as I want you.”
“I spent almost a year of my life wanting you to want me. Meanwhile, you chased after everything in a short skirt.”
He closed his eyes and lowered his head. He couldn’t argue with the truth. “I’m not the same guy anymore, Jen. I know I made mistakes back then, but if you’d just give me a chance…”
“You’re too late. How many times do I have to say it? I’m getting married.”
He was dying inside, a slow painful death. It felt like acid was burning through his body, eating him alive. “You can’t do this.”
She reached into her purse and pulled out a large diamond solitaire. She slipped it on the third finger of her left hand and held it up for him to see. “It’s already done. This should be all the proof you need.”
That ring didn’t belong on her finger, his did. No matter what she said, he was going to find a way to make her realize that before she married the wrong man.
CHAPTER FIVE
By the time Jenna arrived at the boutique, after a quick stop at home to shower and change, her sister and future sister-in-law had already had their final dress fitting and left. According to Callie and Tracey, they were anxious to get home to their husbands and children.
That left her trapped there, under the watchful eyes of her two best friends. Given the fact that she left the bar with Mark last night, there was no reason to make empty excuses for her tardiness. They knew her too well.
The seamstress thrust her wedding gown at her, ordering her into a vacant change room while muttering under her breath that Saturdays were the busiest day of the week.
Jenna slipped into the dress and fastened the hidden zipper running down her back. She stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror. It wasn’t the first time she’d worn the gown, but for some reason, today it didn’t have the power to make her feel like a princess. She just felt sad, tired… overwhelmed.
She fixed a smile on her face before stepping out of the dressing room. “How does it look?”
Her two friends whistled under their breath. “Wow, you look gorgeous, Jen,” Trace said, walking around her to admire the dress from all angles. “It’s perfect. Just wait ‘til Kevin sees you in this dress.”
Kevin. She had a vision of Mark waiting for her at the end of the aisle, raking his eyes over her, smiling in awe.
She shook her head, trying to refocus on the task at hand. She wasn’t marrying Mark, she was marrying Kevin. Only three weeks until she took the vows that would change her life forever.
Forsaking all others…
Trace slipped her arm around Jen’s waist and squeezed, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. “Hey, are you okay, honey?”
Jenna offered a shaky smile, taking a deep breath. “Sure, I’m fine, great.” She giggled, forcing herself to stop before it erupted into a case of full-blown hysteria. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Her friends exchanged a look of concern. “Uh, why don’t we get this over with so we can take you out to lunch, Jen?” Callie suggested. “You look like you could use a drink.”
That’s how this whole mess had started. One drink to relax, two to lower her inhibitions, three to give her courage. Next thing she knew she was in Mark’s arms, falling in love with him all over again.
She flattened her palm against her quivering stomach. “I don’t think so. I’m not feeling very well.”
Callie came up behind her, putting her arm around her shoulders. “Does this have anything to do with what happened last night?” she whispered.
Jen bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back the tears. “Kevin knows I spent the night with Mark,” she whispered.
She was vaguely aware of the bustle of excited brides looking for the gown that would complete their wedding day fantasy. Women who were probably
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