Trent watched Bree walk down the aisle. He wasn’t surprised when she didn’t stop at her seat. It had been a shock that she’d stayed as long as she did. The fact that she had actually sang that song at his wedding, while staring into his eyes, let him know how much he meant to her--she really did love him, still.And here he was, holding the hands of a woman he knew had cheated on him with his best friend, getting ready to say, “I do.” I do--what? Want to be with you? Want to spend the rest of my life with you? Treasure you? Trust you? Lov

Bree was relieved to hear that the pastor had locked her guitar back in the closet in the church where he’d kept it the night before. “Here you go, dear,” he said, unlocking the door and handing it to her. Then, he turned to Trent and said, “I’m sorry things didn’t turn out the way you’d expected, son.”“Thank you,” Trent said, and Bree could tell he wasn’t sure what else to say. The pastor gave them a sympathetic smile and then waved, and Bree and Trent headed out.

Bree woke up in Trent’s arms, but nothing had happened once they’d gotten to her hotel room. For that matter, nothing had happened on the beach either. Well, that wasn’t quite true. There’d been a lot of kissing, a lot of touching, but they hadn’t gone all the way. That was okay with Bree, though. She loved Trent, but she thought he was right to take things slow. He’d obviously just gotten out of a long term relationship, and she was making the mental adjustment to thinking they’d never be together to realizing he was hers now.

It was no surprise to Trent that Monica called; he was just surprised that it took her almost three days to do it. By then, Trent and Bree had begun to settle into a routine of sorts. He spent much of the day exploring the market for starting a new accounting firm in Nashville and went to see her play her gigs at night. They’d eaten breakfast together each morning and dinner together every night, and he could see himself fitting into her world, especially when she was on stage, playing her heart out, and he was sitting on the front row, cheering her on.Then, Mo

Zelda wrapped her arms around Trent the moment she saw him, leaving Bree laughing. “There he is! The man who inspired the song that has inspired so many love birds! It’s lovely to meet you in person!”“Thank you,” Trent said, his face a little pink from the attention. “It’s nice to meet you, too. I’ve heard so many nice things about you.”