Page 39 of Marry Me Tomorrow
“What now, mate?” Niall asks.
“I haven’t officially asked her to marry me yet. I mean, we agreed to this whole thing, but I never actually said the words.”
Greg bursts into laughter, shaking his head. “You’d better get on that, man. You marry the girl in less than forty hours.”
As the boat glides past my house, her silhouette lingers in my vision, her presence calm and steady. I smile to myself.
The guys are right. Jenny and I are going to figure this out. And while I don’t know how she feels, I can’t deny what’s been growing in my own heart.
I’m falling for her.
Chapter 16
Jenny
The late morning sun streams into my room at Trent’s house, casting shadows on the floor from the trees outside the windows. After saying goodbye to the girls this morning, I went to work moving my things to Trent’s house. Before I’d moved back to Chessie Valley, I’d sold all my furniture, only keeping a few keepsakes and clothes—and of course, my art supplies were staying in the cabin. So when Trent showed up to help me, it didn’t take long to finish.
Now, in the midst of cardboard boxes and items to unpack, I get ready for the day and the wedding rehearsal later on this afternoon.
I finish putting in my earrings and turn—only to let out a small, startled gasp, my hand flying to my chest as I try to calm my racing heart. Trent is standing in my doorway. “Where did you come from?” I say, trying to steady my breath. “You scared me half to death.”
“Well, we don’t want any of that now, do we?” Trent says, his voice soft, almost timid. “May I come in?”
I nod, still a little breathless, as he steps through the doorway. My eyes can’t help but linger on him. He looks incredibly handsome dressed up in a button-down shirt and nice slacks, his backward baseball cap still perched on his head. The combination of casual and refined makes him somehow effortlessly charming and puts a smile on my face.
Just looking at him makes my insides go all fluttery. I remind myself not to become emotionally attached. The wedding that will take place in just over twenty-four hours is just a contract, not a real marriage.
“How do I look?” I ask. “Do you think this is okay for the rehearsal?” Trent reaches out to me, his hand resting gently on my shoulder as I finish a little spin.
“Beautiful,” he says, his grin widening. “You look beautiful. And how could it not be okay? It’s our wedding rehearsal, so whatever we say goes, right?”
I laugh, swatting him lightly on his arm. “I don’t think your mom or Gwen would agree, but thank you all the same.”
“I especially like your white cowgirl boots,” he says with a playful smile.
“Me too!” I stick my foot out, showcasing the boots proudly. “I love these things but don’t get the chance to wear them often. I thought they looked fancy enough without being too much, you know? And I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear that green shirt before.”
“Nope, this is for special occasions only.”
“Well, it looks great on you,” I say, my gaze drifting to how well the shirt fits him. The way his slacks hug his legs and the hint of his form beneath makes my heart skip a beat. I shake my head, trying not to notice how handsome he looks.
“Thanks,” he says, and then does a little spin of his own, making me giggle. I don’t miss the way his pants hug his butt, a smile creeping up as I try to look away. Damn, he looks good. I don’t know what I’ll do when he’s all dressed up for the wedding tomorrow.
“Hey,” Trent says, “I fixed us up some sandwiches. It’s a beautiful day. I want to take you out on the lake.”
“The lake? Dressed like this?”
“Yes,” Trent says, “you look perfect.”
“Okay, but we can’t be out too long. I still have some things I need to do to get ready for the rehearsal.”
“It won’t be too long.” He takes my hand, leading me to the front door. “I want to take you to one of my favorite spots on the lake.”
When we reach his boat, I make myself comfortable as he preps to go. In a matter of minutes, we’re off.
“So, what makes this location so special?” I ask.
He glances over at me, his smile widening, making my heart jump to my throat. “You’ll just have to wait and see when we get there.”
