Mine To Have (Southern Wedding #1) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Southern Wedding Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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I throw my head back and laugh even louder. "Out and about my ass, we went to the bar on Saturday, so whoever you heard from saw us there."

"Maybe." She tilts her head. "That was where people saw you. The question is why didn’t you tell us he was coming to town?"

"I didn’t know," I answer her honestly. "He showed up here on Friday." Her mouth opens, and I know she has so many questions. "Ask the questions, Mom."

"I don’t even know where to begin." She throws her hands up, and I wait for her to gather her thoughts. "You went to his wedding the other week."

"I did." I nod at her. "And he did not get married."

"Well, obviously, he didn’t get married. He came to see you." She rolls her eyes, and she doesn’t even ask me why they didn’t get married. "I’m just shocked, is all."

"To be honest with you.” I take a deep breath. "You aren’t the only one who is shocked."

"It’s been four years," she tells me, and the burning starts in my stomach when I think about it. "And it’s been a hard freaking four years for you."

"It hasn’t been that hard." I try to sugarcoat it.

"Hasn’t been that hard. You’re kidding, right?" She shakes her head. "You were miserable for what? The last four years to be exact."

"I was not miserable. I was just finding my ground." I hold up my hands because I know she is going to argue with me, and I also know she isn’t wrong that I have been miserable for the last four years. Not always miserable but I always felt something missing in my life. "It doesn’t matter right now."

"You’re right, it doesn’t," she agrees with me. "What matters now is that he’s back in your life, I assume."

"That would be a good assumption." I nod at her.

"So now what?" I just look at her. "Now that he’s come here and you’ve"—she beats around the bush—"you’ve spent time with each other." I can’t help but roll my lips and try not to laugh at her.

"We spent lots of time together." I wink at her and she groans.

"Harlow," she hisses. "Can you be serious for one minute?"

"Okay, okay." I hold up my hands. "I just don’t know the answers to everything," I admit. "And not having the answers makes me all nervous. Like, when is the next time I’m going to see him?" I shrug my shoulders. "I have no clue. How do long-distance relationships work? How long can one go with long distance before they give up?" I get up from the couch and start to pace in front of her and she knows this is me working it out in my head. "I was happy," I say and she tilts her head to the side. "Okay, fine. I wasn’t happy. I was content. But now that I see him again." I stop and the tears come without me even realizing. "I see him again and it’s like the four years never happened. I feel exactly how I did four years ago. He still makes my heart flutter. His kisses make me breathless. One touch from him and I crave more. It took me four years to try to get over him and one hour with him to fall back in love with him. I just." I look at her as she wipes her own tears off her cheeks. "I just hate this." I put my hands on my head. "He broke up with me because he couldn’t do long distance and refused for me to give up my dreams for him. And now we are doing long distance and it fucking sucks monkey balls with blue cheese dressing on it. I hate it and it’s been four days."

"Oh, Harlow,” my mother says, getting up and coming over to me and she wraps her arms around me. "You have to follow your heart."

"What if my heart is afraid of getting hurt again?" I say, putting my head on her shoulder.

"What you feel for him," my mother says as she rubs my back, "you will never feel for anyone else, this I can guarantee you."

"But love is supposed to be easy." She just laughs.

"The last thing that love is, is easy." I can’t help but laugh at the irony of it, and she lets me go and holds my face. "If it was easy, no one would want it."

"I love him," I share and she smiles at me. "Like not just, oh yeah, I love you. It’s like the I love you so much it hurts when I can’t kiss you."

"Why do you think I travel with your father when he leaves?" she asks me. "Why do you think that is? It’s because I just can’t live without him."

"Well, that doesn’t help me at all," I reply, and she laughs. "Let’s go and get you something to eat."


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