Mine to Cherish (Southern Wedding #3) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Southern Wedding Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
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I open the truck door and stop when the side door opens, and I see her. Everything stops. And I mean everything. My heart, my breathing, time stops when I take one look at her. I knew she would be beautiful, and I knew that she would take my breath away, but whatever I imagined doesn't come close to how she actually looks. Her head is down, and I see her hair falling into her face from one side, and when she looks at the other side, I see the sparkle. Her shoulders are bare and just beg to be kissed. She holds the right side of her dress as she walks forward. While the other hand wipes away what looks like a tear. Is she crying because of her dress emergency? Her eyes look up and land on mine. "Of course." She throws up her hand in the air and shakes her head. "Of course, out of every single person that I could run into." She picks up her dress again and starts to walk toward me, my eyes do a once-over, and I see that her dress fits her like a glove.

"Are you okay?" I ask as soon as she gets close enough to me, and I see the tears in her eyes. My hands itch to lean up and wipe a tear away from her eye, but instead, I put them in my back pockets where they'll be safer.

"I will be as soon as I can get out of here," she says, looking around, and I'm wondering if she's waiting for her husband to come and get her. "I need to get out of here." Her lower lip quivers. "Like now." All I can do is open the passenger door for her. Her eyes fill with tears, and I have no idea what to say. None.

Instead, I look at her and put one arm around her waist while I pick her up and put the other under her legs. "Oh my God," she huffs when I turn her around and place her in the truck. "What the hell?" she says once I let go of her.

"I figured it was easier than you trying to jump up into the truck," I explain, making sure all the dress is in the cab of the truck before slamming the door. I walk over to the driver's side, getting in and turning to look at her. "Are you sure about this?"

"I need to get the fuck out of here." She looks at me and then looks over at the door where she walked out of less than two minutes ago. Then turns to look back at me. "I need to get away from here. Far, far away from here."

"I know just the place." I put the truck in drive and start moving away from the venue. "Do you want to tell me what's going on?" I ask as we pull out of the parking lot. I look in the rearview mirror to see if maybe the groom is going to come flying out the door running after the truck. But the doors stay closed, and not even a shadow appears in the window.

"No," she says, looking out the window and trying to wipe away her tears. I lean over her, and she goes stiff as I open the glove box and hand her the tissue box. "Thanks," she mumbles, grabbing the box from me. She puts the box on her lap as she takes a tissue out and dabs the corner of her eyes. "Isn't this poetic?" she says and looks at me.

I don't say anything to her. I can't say anything to her because the lump in my throat is so big it feels like a boulder. Her blue eyes are even clearer when she cries, and all I want to do is hold her and tell her that it's okay. "That of all people in the world for me to bump into on the worst day of my life, it would be you." She laughs as she dabs her eyes again. "I mean, seriously, why?" She turns to look at me, and the way she is breathing, my eyes go to the middle of her chest that I didn't even notice was bare. "Why, out of everyone in the whole universe, or I don't know, four hundred million people, were you the only one there?" Her hands fly up. "How? Why?"

"Well, I wasn't waiting for you to come out that door if that is what you were asking." Those are the only words that come out of me.

"Okay," she says, sounding like she doesn't believe a word of it.

"I was headed out of town when Mikaela's van died on the side of the road,” I share. "And then I stayed to help her out so she wouldn't fall behind."


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