Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1

Despite her promise to Hank, Bree couldn’t stomach attending the breakfast Monica had organized Thursday morning. Instead, she was back on the beach. She had a lot to think about. Tomorrow night was the rehearsal, and then on Saturday, at 2:00, Trent would be a married man--unless Bree could figure out a way to speak the truth about how she felt about him in a way that made him realize he would rather be with her than Monica.

He still had feelings for her. Not only could Bree see it in his eyes, she could see it in Monica’s. If Trent didn’t like her at all, what was Monica so afraid of? When the bride had seen the two of them chatting the night before, she’d flown over there and insisted he come back inside. Bree had felt so sorry for him, watching him sit there, pretending to care about what Monica and her friends were talking about. It was like he was already strapped to the old ball and chain.

And he hadn’t ever even asked her to marry him. Why would she do that? Was she so desperate to sink her hooks into him that she couldn’t just give him the time he needed to know for sure that he wanted to propose to her? It was all so… odd, to say the least.

She’d been sitting there in the shade of the large rocks for a couple of hours when she saw Hank walking toward her. He was wearing his swim trunks, and she could tell by the way he was walking he wasn’t particularly happy with her, though he didn’t look completely pissed either.

He dropped down beside her on the sand, arms resting on his knees, staring out at the ocean. Eventually, she felt the urge to say, “I’m sorry. I just… couldn’t.”

“I get it,” he said. “You should’ve sent me a text, though.”

“You’re right. I should have. How was it?”

I was too big for that, meaning tall, and

shoulder. “Hank, what’s going on? What

“I don’t want to talk

didn’t want to press him, as much as she wanted to know the answer

came so quickly, she

“Trent told you?”

around to asking. She had to take matters into her own

something familiar about the way he said that nickname--Mon--but Bree couldn’t quite place it. “I didn’t realize the two of you were that

began with a shrug. “Did

night. Right before

a threat, Bree. She sees