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Chapters (38)
  1. Full Page Image
  2. Copyright
  3. Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Epilogue
  37. Excerpt - Bridesmaid for Hire
  38. More Books by Meghan

“Thank you.” She smiles softly. “For what it’s worth, Sanders, you did help me close a chapter on a marriage that I struggled with.”

He nods. “But if you’re still scared, did I really help you close a chapter?”

She worries her lips and then sadly smiles. “Thank you for everything.” She starts to leave, so I get up as well, but Sanders stops me.

“Wilder, a word.”

I glance toward Scottie and then back at him. “Um, sure. Scottie, I’ll meet you in the cabin.”

She takes off, and I sit back down and wait for whatever is to come my way.

He turns to Ellison and says, “Could you give us a moment, darling?”

“Of course.”

She places a kiss on his cheek and then takes off, leaving me alone once again with the man who has the most interesting wardrobe I’ve ever seen.

When the door closes, he picks up a football and tosses it to me. I catch it, and he asks, “What’s the holdup?”

“What do you mean?” I toss it back to him.

“That answer. What’s the holdup on reassuring her that you’re not going to hurt her?”

“I don’t know,” I say. “It was…it was the wrong thing to say, I know that. But what if I do end up hurting her? I don’t want to be that guy.”

“I understand that,” he says, “But let me ask you this.” He tosses me the ball, and I catch it. “If she were to end things right now with you and say that she just wants to be friends, how would that make you feel?”

“Ill,” I say. “Actually fucking ill.” I grip the ball tightly. “I wasn’t expecting to come into this marriage camp thing and grow feelings for someone I’d never met, but every day I spent with her, I started to see how fucking cool she is. How strong she is. How independent and determined. She’s funny, and she challenges me, and I like all that about her.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“And I want to prove to her that I can be the man that she needs, but I also want to be careful, because I know that she’s cautious. I just don’t know what the fine line is.”

“The fine line is you’re either in or you’re out,” Sanders says. “With a woman like Scottie, you can’t casually pursue her. You’re either all in, or you don’t do it at all. And I can see it in you. I can see that you can be that man who goes all in. But you have to commit to it. What were your parents like?”