Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1

A long run on the beach at dawn hadn’t been enough for Trent to escape the uneasy feeling he had inside. After Monica had broken up the dance he shared with Bree at the club the night before, he’d laid awake most of the night thinking about her. He knew the fact that she’d wrapped her arms around his neck to dance had been partially the alcohol and partially Bree’s innocence. She certainly hadn’t meant to offend Monica, but that was easy to do, and once his fiancée was up in arms about something, it was difficult to get her to let it go. She’d been talking about Bree for the rest of the night.

Trent didn’t believe in coincidences. He thought Bree had ended up singing a song she’d written for him, as best he could tell, at his wedding, for a reason. Her grace and tender heart was amplified even more in the presence of Monica, who had lots of amicable qualities, but kindness wasn’t always one of them, and the more he considered what had drawn him to Bree all of those years ago, the more he found himself questioning what the hell he was doing with Monica.

She was gorgeous, that was true, but that wasn’t it. When they’d first started dating, he’d needed someone like her, someone confident who didn’t give a damn about what other people thought about her because she knew she always looked good. She’d been fun, wild, and refreshing. Sure, she was a little conceited and never went out of her way to make other people feel happy or included. But that wasn’t that big of a deal to him at the time. Now, it was really starting to annoy him. Bree was her guest, after all, and she had done nothing to make her feel welcome.

Bree had just dropped her cover up on the sand, revealing a two-piece swimsuit that showed the lean muscles of her legs and her tiny waist. She’d always been petite, and in high school, sometimes he’d wonder if he could fit his hands all the way around her waist. She wasn’t tall like Monica with mile long legs, but she was beautiful, and her skin glowed in the morning light, illuminating the blonde highlights in her hair so that she looked like she was wearing a halo. Bree was the closest thing to an angel he’d ever seen.

smile on her face, and quietly said,

he asked, “What

added, “Thank God there’s no one on

find it necessary

hits that came close. He saw the way Dwayne and Matt were looking at her, too, like she was a fresh prospect. His best pals went through women like sand through a strainer,

on purpose. He shifted his attention away from Bree for a second to see a

laughed. Served Monica right for being so mean. But then