Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1 novel Chapter 36

It took a while for Bree to break free of playing the guitar. When Dwayne asked if he could play something, she gladly handed the instrument over. It seemed to her that he likely wanted her to sit next to him and sing along, but she made an excuse about stretching her legs and headed out after Hank.

She found him sitting by the cluster of rocks he’d found her at a few times already that week. He had a beer in his hand--and he was crying.

With a deep breath, she sat down next to him, not sure what to say. Almost immediately, he plopped his head down on her shoulder, and Bree put her arm around him, not sure why he was so upset about Monica, but it wasn’t her place to judge him, only to be his friend.

“I don’t know what to do….” he whispered between sobs. “God, I love her so much.”

“I know, honey. I’m so sorry.”

He looked up for a second and said, “How did you figure it out?”

“I didn’t. You told me-- a few years ago. I just forgot.”

“Right.” He was sobbing again, and Bree rocked him gently, wishing she could come up with something to make him feel better. “I thought… maybe you could help Trent see the light.”

“Why don’t you tell him how you feel?”

“Are you shitting me?” Hank asked, sitting up straight. “If he found out what we’ve been doing…he’d kill me. Trent’s my best friend, man. I never should’ve done what I did. But now that I have…. I don’t know how I’m gonna stop. I love her so much.”

“Wait… so you slept with Monica?”

Hank nodded his head against her shoulder.

“Since… she’s been dating Trent?”

“Clearly not,” Bree replied as Trent reached their mutual friend and rested his hand on his back. The puking was done now, but Hank wasn’t doing well.

“What’s the matter with him? I mean, besides the booze?”

“I don’t know,” Bree replied, but Trent would see right through that.

“I’ll get Matt or someone to help me get him home. Thanks, Bree.”

She nodded and watched Trent help Hank back to the resort. He had no idea his best friend had stabbed him in the back. Bree wanted to tell him for more reasons than she could count. But how could she betray Hank like that?

Caught in an uncomfortable situation, Bree debated what to do. Deciding it would be nothing that night, she headed back up the beach to get her guitar and head back to her room. The only reason she’d come was because Hank had asked her to, and he was gone now, so she may as well go, too. Monica could sing for the rest of them if they wanted music. Bree was done.