Gwen smiled and removed the pink diamond from her hand. “I get it back.”
“That’s the plan. See you down there.”
Gwen sucked in her lips and tore open the envelope.
The cardstock bore the semblance of a ballerina. Tears instantly sprang to her eyes. He remembered.
To my Princess in the ivory tower.
I’m not very good with words. In fact, most people think I have a third grade vocabulary. But I promise to always find the right words to make you feel safe and loved.
Before you, I was lost. With you, I’m whole.
Now please come down and marry me in front of our family and friends so they know you’re mine.
I love you,
Neil
“Oh damn…she’s crying. Quick someone get a tissue.”
“Is it bad?” Karen rushed to her side, glanced at the note in her trembling hand. “Oh…Oh!”
The note was passed around the women. “Who knew?” Sam whispered.
“Go, Neil,” Eliza chuckled.
Gwen dried up her tears and smiled. “All this and the man’s hung like a bear.”
“Ahh!” Karen screamed with laughter.
Eliza’s jaw dropped and Samantha held her stomach. “Oh Lord. We skipped your bachelorette party.”
Karen waved them off. “It’s OK. We can make up for it at my divorce party. Michael and I are already planning it.”
“So soon?”
“No…still over a year off. But he’s a planner. Loves a good party.”
Gwen rolled her eyes. “C’mon. Let’s not talk of separation when I have a man who’s waiting for me.”
The warm waters of the Caribbean lapped up on the shore. The wedding party preceded her down the aisle and the gentle music of a local ensemble changed as she rounded the corner and walked toward her future.
He stood there, wearing a gray suit, just as she pictured. His broad shoulders stood tall, his gaze never left hers. Rick stood beside him, and then Blake and Carter. Perfect.
He looked nervous. Like he had anything to worry about. She was his already. Even without the vows, without the rings. She’d been his for months even if he didn’t know it.
She made it to the minister and smiled.
“You’re beautiful,” Neil whispered.
She chewed her lower lip.
Then, as if he couldn’t stop himself, he kissed her.
Someone beside Neil cleared their throat. “Ah, Mac…we’re not at that part yet.”
Gwen giggled, turned toward the minister, and pledged her life to her husband…again.
Acknowledgments
A big shout out to Elaine McDonald from Elaine McDonald Photography. What started out as a online fan/friendship turned professional. Beautiful covers start with spectacular pictures, and this one was no exception. Thank you.
Chad and Caitlin Kutz for allowing me to use their wedding photo for Neil and Gwen’s story. Thank you!
To my own cheerleading squad at RT and RWA conference who stand beside me with the same shocked look on our faces. TJ McKay for making sure I stay grounded.
Caridad Pinero for your never-ending support. Jennifer Probst, HP Mallory, Katharine Ashe, and Megan Mulry for laughing at the same jokes and comparing notes.
For the random fans who just make going to conference such a joy.
Robin, drink wine and be happy. Felicia, who has a Chicago accent!
Sheryl, who takes more pictures of her food than she eats. And Bernie, the happy reader! Love you guys.
For everyone at Dystel & Goderich Literary Management and the entire Montlake team.
For Sandra Stixrude, always!
And finally, Crystal Posey, to whom I dedicated this book. You’re proof that not everyone you meet online is a flake or out to mess with you in a bad way. I can’t express enough how much I appreciate everything you do. To your family who supports your work and shares you with me.
Love you!
Catherine
About the Author
Photo by Lindsey Meyer, 2012
New York Times bestselling author Catherine Bybee was raised in Washington State, but after graduating high school, she moved to Southern California in hopes of becoming a movie star. After growing bored with waiting tables, she returned to school and became a registered nurse, spending most of her career in urban emergency rooms. She now writes full-time and has penned the novels Not Quite Dating, Married by Monday, and Wife by Wednesday. Bybee lives with her husband and two teenage sons in Southern California.
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