Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1 novel Chapter 54

A few hours later, after more dancing, eating, and drinking, Bree found herself on a blanket under a full moon on the beach with the man she loved, two glasses, a bottle of champagne, two forks, and the top tier of Trent’s wedding cake. It was delicious.

“You know, it took her about a month to decide what flavors of cake she wanted,” Trent said between bites. They weren’t bothering with plates. The cake sat on its original platter between them on the blanket, the gorgeous detail in the white frosting visible in the moonlight. It was a German chocolate flavor with buttercream frosting, and Bree might’ve eaten the entire tier herself if Trent hadn’t been there, and she hadn’t already stuffed herself on chicken parmesan.

“It’s really good,” she assured him, taking another bite.

“It should be for what I paid for it,” he said with a chuckle. He took another bite, too, and then sat his fork down, clutching his stomach. “It’s very rich. In more ways than one.”

Bree laughed and also set her fork aside. As good as it was, she didn’t have room for another bite. “You know, today did not quite turn out the way that I thought it was going to,” she said, unhooking her shoes and setting them aside.

Trent picked up the cake and set it inside of the box he’d used to transport it, moving the forks, too, so he could get closer to her. “You can say that again.”

She laughed, thinking she might be a little tipsy. “I mean… I didn’t expect you to actually go through with the wedding at all. But then, when I saw that you were going to, I expected you to just marry her already. But the whole time, I thought, if you didn’t marry her, I’d probably still end up on a plane back to Nashville, and maybe you’d call me in a week or two. Or not.”

“You only thought that’s the way it would go because that’s what happened last time.” He put his arm around her shoulders, and Bree snuggled into his chest.

“Maybe a little. But… I never would’ve imagined that we’d end up together--eating your wedding cake.”