by Brinda Berry
“I’d like that.” She pats my arm. “I wanted to meet you, since I’m a wedding crasher. I hope you don’t mind that I came without Ellen. I’d like to take photos to show her.”
Impulsively, I lean forward and give her a light hug. “Sure. Thanks. I have to go get married.”
We turn and walk back inside, my wide grin drawing looks from my dad who stands at the back of the pews now.
“Dad. This is Meggie. She’s going to take some photos,” I say and motion toward her.
He smiles and looks at his watch. “It won’t be long. Come have a seat near the front so you can get some good shots.”
Meggie and Dad stroll away and I catch the sound of my name from somewhere.
“Psst. Dane!”
Josie peeks out from a sliver of her open door. “Come here.”
I cover my eyes and walk forward slowly so I won’t trip. “You said I couldn’t see you before.”
She laughs. “I changed my mind. Come in here.”
I drop my hand and take five quick steps to stand inches from the door. “Too late to change your mind.”
She yanks at my jacket and pulls me into the room. “I haven’t. I wanted to tell you something before I go out there.”
Her words fade into background noise as I take her in. She’s a visual feast. Bare shoulders. A cream-colored dress that nips in to a waist that’s so different from four months ago. My gaze travels back up to her bright eyes and pink lips.
She smells of oranges and vanilla. I’d like to see if she tastes like them too.
“Where’s Kiley?” I ask with wicked intent.
She pushes me back a step with one hand. “I didn’t ask you in here for that.”
My back hits an old armoire. The bright room is small and crowded. There’s barely room for two people. I give a disappointed sigh. “This is not going to work.”
“What’s wrong?” Her eyebrows dip together in an anxious line.
“You’ve pulled me into this closet wearing that dress and looking like an angel and all I can think about is…” I wiggle my brows. I tug her close to me. “I forget. Did you say you wanted to talk?”
She drags her hands down my chest and reaches around to grab my ass.
Wow. How likely is it that I can get away with ravaging my bride in the changing room half an hour before the nuptials?
“Five minutes without Henley,” Josie murmurs, “and now I’ve forgotten what I wanted to say.”
“Mmm….” I say and punctate with a tortured moan. Stepping back, I count to three. “Okay. Talk, girl. Get my mind off how sexy you look in that dress.”
“I have to wear something old. So I wanted to show you what I made when I was fifteen.”
I touch the soft twist of hair pulled back from her face. “What is it?”
She holds out her wrist for me and her charm bracelet sparkles in the sunlight streaming through the window. “It’s an infinity bracelet I made. Mom taught me how to make jewelry one summer.”
I tilt my head to the side, not sure where this is going. “Pretty.”
“Look at the charm.”
I lift her hand to examine her wrist. With two fingers, I hold the swinging charm still and read the engraving.
D A N E
“For infinity. Dane,” she says and gives me a tender kiss.
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Thank you for reading The Possibility of Perfect. I loved writing about Dane and Josie. If you’d like to see how their relationship evolved, you can find them in the companion books of this series.
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