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 figured," he huffs. "I know this is weird, but we are having a birthday party for Charlotte, and Harlow said if you don't come, she's going to send her father to get you with his gun."

I can't help but laugh at that picture. “I'm not the one he wants to shoot." I make the joke, but the thought of going to the birthday party makes my stomach burn.

"Hey," he snaps. “He is starting to like me a bit more every day." He chuckles.

"Is that what you keep telling yourself?" I tap the steering wheel nervously, trying to think of an excuse.

"Is this your way of telling me you are trying to change the subject?" he comes back at me. I should have known he would see through the deflect.

"And here I was thinking I was so savvy." I laugh. “Will you take a maybe?" I finally say.

"Do I have a choice?" He chuckles.

"Why don't you ask Presley first and see how she feels? The last thing I want is for her to be uncomfortable." I close my eyes just saying her name. The ache in my chest is almost as strong as when I told her I loved her, which, according to Google and the article How to Heal a Broken Heart, I should already be learning to live with it. I also should point out that I'm still at step one, which is take time to grieve.

"You're a good, good man, Bennett," Travis says.

"Glad at least one of us thinks so," I say and pull out of the parking lot. My stomach fills with knots, knowing that in less than thirty minutes, I'm going to see her. "Let me know."

"Will do," he says. “Call you later." He disconnects.

I make my way over to the doctor's office, the whole time wondering if maybe I should get her something to drink or something to eat. I decide against it because I don't want her to feel like I'm overstepping. When I pull into the parking lot, I look around for her car, but I don't see it. I think about waiting in my car for her, but then I think it might make me look like I'm creeping on her. Getting out of the car, I put the phone in my front pocket while I roll up the sleeves to my white button-down shirt.

I run my hand through my hair when I step into the doctor's office. My eyes scan the room, and I see there is one person there sitting and reading a magazine. The receptionist looks up from her desk and smiles at me. “May I help you?"

"I'm meeting Presley Baker here,” I explain, looking at my watch and seeing that I'm ten minutes early.

"She hasn't arrived yet." She smiles at me. “If you would like to take a seat and wait for her."

"Thank you," I say, nodding to her. Walking over to one of the waiting room chairs, I take the phone out of my pocket and sit down. I put my left ankle on my right knee, pulling up her name on my text.

The last time I texted her was Saturday, and it was just to check in and see if she was okay. She responded a couple of hours later, telling me that she was fine. That was it. Luckily, I was in the office, and I had people around, so I couldn't dwell on it, but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want to text her every day to ask her if she was okay. The worst thing with all of this is that she was also one of my best friends. I text her, my hand getting sweaty as I type the message.

Me: I'm here.

I exhale a deep breath, and the phone vibrates in my hand, and I see it's her.

Gorgeous: On my way!

I open Instagram on my phone, scrolling through while the food in my stomach starts to move around nervously. My body is on full alert for her. The door opens, and I look up, and everything in me almost does a sigh of relief when I see her. She takes off her sunglasses and looks around the room at me. I smile tightly at her, my cock already springing to action like he's going to be reunited with his best friend. She holds up her hand in a wave at me, walking over to the receptionist. Her black hair is perfectly styled and loose, her short, ruffle-sleeved, light pink one-piece dress she is wearing flows around her and reaches almost to her knees. The sash at her waist is tied on the side, and she is wearing a gold watch on one wrist and gold bracelets on the other. My eyes roam down to her heels that are sky high, and all that I can think of is man, she's fucking gorgeous.



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