Mine To Love (Southern Wedding #4) 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: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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"I have no idea what you're talking about," I lie through my teeth. "I got up at five o'clock today." I sit down in the office chair. "After I worked out, I had my coffee and counted my blessings."

"She's broken," Shelby declares, looking at Clarabella while I laugh. "I broke her."

"I'm not broken," I say, shaking my head, and I wince when I cross my legs. Rolling my lips because it has nothing to do with the workout. Did I wake up at five o’clock today? I did. Did I do it to work out? Some would call sex the best workout you can get. Did I want to admit this to my sisters? Absolutely not. "Maybe I'm maturing." I grab the iced coffee and bring the cup to my lips. "I mean, I'm going to be thirty in a couple of months, after all."

"Oh, here she goes." Shelby rolls her eyes.

"Don't here we go." I hold up my hand. "We have so much to be thankful for."

"I'm leaving." Clarabella stands. "If she's going to go all eat, pray, love, I'm going to throw up that amazing breakfast my husband made me this morning." She mentions her husband, Luke, who is one of the best cooks out there.

"Okay, fine," I huff. "I'm just going to say it'll be nice to go into the wedding season with neither of you getting married." I smile. "It's less stress to not have to worry if the wedding is actually going to take place." I point at both of them. "Between Travis and his almost first wedding. To you becoming a legend for walking down the aisle and then fucking off." I point at Shelby. "And to you for being a runaway bride." I point at Clarabella.

"I wasn't a runaway bride," she huffs. "I left." I tilt my head to the side. "Quickly." I raise my eyebrows at her. "In a truck."

"Literally left the scene of the crime." Shelby gets up now, laughing. "Leaving the murder weapon behind."

"Well, she did leave with a different murder weapon." I chuckle at my pun and take another sip of the iced coffee. "He murdered her vagina with it."

"That he did," Clarabella admits. "He still does it." She smiles wide. "Now, are we going to discuss sex lives because if that's the case." She turns the tables on me and tilts her head. "How about you go first?"

"Don't you two have work to do?" I glare at her, then turn my glare to Shelby. "Isn't there a phone that you need to go and have sex on?"

Shelby rolls her eyes at me. "When your man starts traveling—"

"I don't have a man," I cut her off quickly.

"Okay, fine. If your 'friend'"—she makes air quotes—"travels, you tell me you won't have phone sex."

"You can go without sex for a week. You won't die." I lean back in the chair.

"Not when you have good sex," Clarabella states. "It's like a drug."

I roll my eyes. "You can both go now," I say, ignoring the way they snicker at each other as they walk out of the room. I turn on my computer and work on returning emails and phone calls. The three of us all deal with different aspects of the planning. Clarabella takes care of the food and drinks. Shelby does the decorations, and I meet with the couples and we go over scheduling of events. I look over my calendar and set two alarms on my phone for when I have to be ready for meetings.

I meet with two brides who I make a note to call back tomorrow for confirmation, and when I finally look outside, I see the sun is starting to go down, and the office is eerily quiet. The phone rings in my hand, and I look down and see his name. Bennett is calling. My stomach gets tight, and my heart speeds up, but I push it all down and away. I think about not answering, but by the second ring, my finger is swiping the screen. "Presley Baker." I close my eyes when I hear his chuckle.

"Hey, gorgeous." His voice comes out smooth, and right away, I'm back to being sixteen years old. It was then that I fell in love with him. He was and still is my brother Travis's best friend and, to this day, the only man I've ever been with. "Where are you?"

"Work," I say, walking back to my office. "Where are you?"

"Just got out of a meeting." I hear him huff out, and then a car door slams, and I know he's in his car. "What are we doing for dinner?" he asks me, and I roll my eyes. "You can stop rolling your eyes, gorgeous."

"One, I've told you to stop calling me that." But you love it, my head screams out to me. "And two, I didn't roll my eyes." I hear him chuckle, and the butterflies start in my stomach. "And three, I'm busy."


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