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“I’ve been looking for you, mister,” she snaps, her hands falling to her hips.
“Well, you better keep looking. I’m not the marrying type.” He immediately turns on his heel, eager to get away from the crazy bride-to-be.
“Wait. No, you’re Murphy Wesson, right? I recognize you from Drew’s pictures. I’m Tilly—Drew Hicks’s fiancé.” She shuffles around to stand in front of him once more. The dress fluffs out, making her look like a vanilla cupcake.
Sneering at her with contempt, the man scans her from head to toe. “Lucky him…”
My palm itches, wanting to slap him so freaking hard. No one talks to Tilly like that and gets away with it. His stupid, handsome face would look better with a big red print across it.Suddenly, the name clicks and I realize exactly who’s standing in front of us. The jerk who agreed to be Drew’s best man then ghosted him.
“Hey. Dickwad. Don’t talk to her that way, or you’ll deal with me.” I step forward, full of bluster and wrath. His eyes snap toward me, and the sneer falls from his face. Murphy’s hazel eyes darken with heat, scoring me. My heart rate increases, thrumming through me like a drumbeat.
No Blyth. Eviscerate him. He’s being an asshole. Ignore the pretty face.
“Is that so, Trouble?” His voice deepens, and the rasp slides over me, causing all kinds of naughty thoughts.
“Names Blyth. You agreed to be Drew’s best man—so why haven’t you answered any of their calls? Texts? Emails? What do you need to not be a shit?” The words come out in a rush that leaves me breathing heavily.
“Oh, right,” he grumbles, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “Yeah. Tell Drew I can’t.”
He turns to go, and my hand darts out, grabbing hold of his thick arm. Electricity arcs between us, crackling with intensity.
“You made a promise. Are you not a man of your word?” I toss down the gauntlet.
Tilly steps up beside me, tears filling her eyes. As one slips down her cheek, Murphy’s face pales.
Typical guy. Just a few little tears.
“Please consider coming. I know it would mean the world to Drew. After what you two went through together…it…just would mean a lot to have your support…” The wobble in her voice is all it takes.
“Okay, fine. I’ll do it. Tell Drew I’ll be there. But I have to go now.” He agrees before pulling away from me and rushing off like his ass is on fire.
His hasty retreat causes an unbidden giggle to bubble up in my throat, escaping to echo along the now quiet summer street. Turning to Tilly, I shake my head with mirth. “So, I guesshe’swhy we had to come here to look at antique dresses?”
“Yes. And we better get this one back in that shop before Gertie makes me buy the damn thing.”
Linking arms, we head back into Sweetheart Bridal—but my gut tells me that this won’t be the last time I step foot in Sweetheart Falls.
If Tilly wants that grump at her wedding, I’ll make sure he’s there. Even if I need to drag him down the aisle by his beard.
Chapter One
Blyth
“You have got to be kidding me. Where the heck is it?”
The car’s engine grinds hard, chugging up the mountain like it’s on its last legs despite being a shiny new rental car—that’s just how steep this road is.
Glad it’s not winter.
Fortunately, the sun is shining, and the view is breathtaking; the road is lined with dense trees, all sporting fall colors. Reds, golds, and oranges wave brightly in the light breeze, and if I weren’t here on a mission, I would pull off and take out my camera.
“Stupid, beautiful town. Stupid, beautiful mountain. Stupid, beautiful man,” I grumble, squinting in the sunlight. The road I’m supposed to turn off on seems to be playing hide-and-seek, and I’m so not in the damn mood.
Why can’t anything be easy?
“Turn righty here, mate. Argggg.” The pirate voice of my GPS makes me smirk, but annoyance soon overtakes my mood as there is nowhere to turn. There’s a tree stump where a big shinypaved road should be, and not a damn street sign as far as the eye can see.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” I moan.
