Chapters (42)
- Cover Page
- Dedication
- Dear Friend
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Acknowledgments
- Reading Group Guide
- An Excerpt from the Goodbye Bride
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- About the Author
Somehow she’d missed the rattle of Lucas’s truck arriving. He stopped on the threshold, his hand on the doorknob. His gaze darted between Kate and Bryan. She imagined the scene from Lucas’s perspective and cringed.
Lucas’s heart stuttered at the sight of Kate and Bryan. He’d thought the unfamiliar car might belong to some nosy reporter and charged up the porch steps ready to confront the jerk who’d had the nerve to show up on their doorstep.
But it wasn’t some reporter who knelt on the floor at his wife’s feet. It was her ex-fiancé. The look of shock on Kate’s face at his entry would have been comical if it weren’t plain hurtful.
His hands balls into fists. “What are you doing here, Montgomery?”
Bryan stood slowly, blocking Lucas’s view of Kate as if to guard her. What a joke. It was Bryan she needed protection from.
“Knock off the doting husband charade. I know the truth.”
Kate stood, and Lucas’s eyes went to hers. He saw guilt there. And something else, before her gaze dropped to the floor. It was enough to shake his confidence.
Lucas took a step closer to Bryan, wanting to beat the smug expression off his face. “Get out of my house.”
“Not without Kate.”
“Stop it, Bryan,” Kate said. “You should go.” She grabbed his arm, but Bryan didn’t budge. Kate’s hand trembled.
“You heard her,” Lucas said. “Get lost.”
Bryan turned to Kate and touched her arm. Lucas wanted to grab him by the collar and haul him out the door. He ground his teeth together instead. Was Kate still in love with Bryan? Is that why she’d been so distant this morning? She’d apparently told Bryan their marriage was a sham. Why would she have done that unless—
“Come with me, Kate,” Bryan said. He added something else, too softly for Lucas to hear.
Kate shook his hand loose. “No.”
Bryan whispered something. He took Kate’s face in his hands.
Something red and hot spread through Lucas. He surged forward. “Get your hands off my wife.” He grabbed Bryan’s fancy shirt and shoved him toward the door. Lucas had five inches and forty pounds on him, and Bryan knew it.
Bryan caught his balance in front of the doorway, smoothing his sleeves, regaining his composure. He nailed Lucas with a glare. “She’s not your wife, friend. She’s just playing house with you.”
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Seven
Being alone is preferable to being in an unsuitable relationship. If you find yourself in the latter, it’s best to cut your losses—the sooner the better.
—Excerpt from Finding Mr. Right-for-You by Dr. Kate