Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1 novel Chapter 8

The snow was falling lightly as Bree followed Trent outside. Uncle Tom's pickup truck was almost as old as Bree was, but he did his best to keep it running, because it was his baby. It sat idling out front, breathing as heavy as Bree had been just the night before when she'd hauled the suitcase up the stairs. Had that only been a few hours ago? So much had changed since then.

As Trent slowly turned and looked at her, she was reminded that just as much had stayed the same. He had almost kissed her--again. It just didn't seem like it was meant to be. She should just tell him goodbye and forget about him. Maybe Christy and Abby were right and she should find out the name of that guy that had gotten her guitar back when it was stolen….

"Howdy there, Trent," Uncle Tom said, hopping out of the cab to grab her suitcase from him. "It's nice to see you. Boy, you've gotten tall."

"It's nice to see you, too." Tom took the suitcase but gave Trent a hug. Her aunt and uncle knew him from all the times he'd been over at Bree's house when they'd visited when Bree and Trent were younger.

"Oh, my goodness! Trent Walker!" Aunt Stacy gushed as her husband stuffed Bree's suitcase in the small back section of the truck behind the front seats. There was a sideways jump seat back there, too, and Bree knew she'd be getting acquainted with it soon. It was okay, though. It wasn't that long of a ride home.

Trent hugged her aunt. "It's nice to see you, Mrs. Hitchens."

"Mrs. Hitchens! Now, you call me Aunt Stacy!" She hugged him so tight, Bree thought she might cut his air off. "How have you been? We don't see enough of you anymore."

"Good, good."

"Still studying accounting? Gonna join your dad's firm?"

"I am still studying accounting, but I'm not sure where I'll be working. Hopefully, I'll get an internship this summer, and that'll give me some direction."

"Oh, I'm sure anyone would be glad to have you." Stacy turned to Bree. "Hi there, precious girl. Give me some sugar!"

Stacy's arms were wide open, and Bree stepped into them. Her aunt had the strongest hugs. She kissed her cheek, and Bree was sure she'd have a streak of red there, but she didn't mind. "Thanks so much for coming to get me."

"Any time, girl, any time. Are any of the rest of your friends from high school inside?"

"Yes, quite a few of them. Christy and Abby…."

"Oh, I've got to get in there and see my Abby girl. It's been too long!"