Exes and weddings don't mix.
I'd never been a big fan of weddings. So when my first love, who I hadn't seen in ten years since she cheated on me with and married my best friend, slid into the seat beside me and announced that she was getting a divorce just before the bride walked down the aisle, I took it as a bad omen and almost got up and left. I should have.
I spent the entire wedding fielding questions about my ex being there and how I felt about it. I was going to leave before the first dance but then I saw a woman that made me forget everything, including where I was...so I stuck around.
Heartbreak and alcohol don't mix.
I've always loved weddings. So when I showed up unannounced at my grandma's house after finding out my live-in boyfriend, who was also my on-screen husband in the soap opera we both starred in, was a cheating pig and she asked me to be her plus one, I figured it might cheer me up to see true love. I was wrong.
I spent the entire wedding fielding questions about the show and my soon-to-be ex, which is why I may have had one too many cocktails before the first dance. I was about to tell my grandma that I wasn't feeling well and needed to go when I saw a man that made me forget any other men on the planet even existed...I figured one more drink couldn't hurt.
Stand-alone Wishing Well, Texas romance, complete with HEA--and plenty of heat and heart along the way!