Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1 novel Chapter 29

Dozens of hunky, shirtless guys on the beach, and all Bree could think about was one of them--the one she couldn’t have. The night before on the phone, Christy had asked if Matt and Dwayne were still hot. Now, seeing them in swimming trunks with the early light of morning illuminating a thin layer of sweat that dampened every rippling muscle, the answer was a resounding, “Yes!” Hank looked good, too, though it was apparent from his bloodshot eyes that he had gone back to his room to drink a little after he’d dropped her off the night before. Some of the cousins had come to play, too, and a few of them were also pretty good looking, not to mention all of the other random dudes out on the beach jogging, playing frisbee, walking through the surf. Yeah, a few dozen hot, sexy, bare chested men, and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of the groom.

Trent did look hot, though. There was no question he was still running every day like he had in high school and probably lifting more than he had back then, too. He’d played baseball and ran track, and his physique had only become more defined over the years. He wasn’t bulky like Hank who loved powerlifting and did his best to resemble those California dudes who were always at Muscle Beach. No, Trent’s muscles were long and lean and rippling with every subtle movement, and Bree’s fingertips itched to run down those abs and find that low V she knew was there if his blue trunks were set just a tiny bit lower.

“I’m in trouble, uh huh. Big trouble,” she muttered as she dropped her beach bag by everyone else’s and approached Lilly.

“Oh, thank God you’re here,” her former roommate whispered.

Bree was certain she wasn’t late, not by more than a minute or two, but then, if Hank was already there, maybe she’d looked at the time wrong. “What’s the matter?”

“Them,” Lilly said, tipping the point of her head at Monica and her friends. A few other women their age were with them, too. Bree vaguely remembered having met them at the dinner the other night . “It’s like the Sport’s Illustrated swimsuit edition threw up all over this beach, and I’m the only one whose legs aren’t two miles long.”

Bree chuckled nervously. Lilly was right. The other women all looked a lot more like supermodels than either one of them. It wasn’t that Bree and Lilly weren’t attractive--they just weren’t built the same way. The shortest of the girls standing with Monica had to be five foot ten at least with the kind of legs a guy would die to have wrapped around him--all the way around him.

Swallowing hard, Bree said, “It’ll be fine. You’re cute, Lilly. Besides, aren’t you related to most of these guys?”

Lilly rolled her eyes. “No, I have, like, three cousins here. I’ve had my eye on Matt for a while now, ever since I met him senior year. But… there’s no way he could want to be with me after having met Monica.”