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See if you have enough points for this item. Lemon Kelly lives in a world that is fast, loud and a little bit crazy. She left her small hometown for the bright lights of Nashville and has been living her dream ever since. She's traveled the world and plays her music for crowds of adoring fans.
She has everything she ever wanted. Only the wants of a 17 year old girl vary greatly from the needs of a grown woman. Is it selfish to want something more, something like the love she writes songs about? Can a girl have two dreams? Or will she have to give up one to get the other?
And if so Fame or a family of her own? Shane Lowry likes his quiet, controlled life. She and Lucy had met in college when Meg had been a rebellious freshman and Lucy a savvy, but lonely, sophomore. Not that anyone would know that judging from her appearance.
Fashion ran in her blood. And travels a crooked path, her famous New York couturier uncle had said. Lucy twisted the strand of demure pearls at her neck. Look at my wedding present? What kind of man gives his bride a church?
Ted had bought it to save it from demolition, then lived in it for a few months while his current house was being built. Can you imagine anything more thoughtful? What better strategy for a wealthy married man to employ if he intended to set up a private space for himself. With a sigh, Lucy settled on the couch next to Meg.
You single-handedly saved yourself and your sister from a life in foster homes. You adapted to the White House like a champion. Last minute jitters. Never mind. The press is everywhere. You, me, and Ted… But Ted made his own fortune.
And why now? Lucy propped her small chin on the edge of the pillow so that it bunched around her cheeks. Some women learned from their mistakes. Lucy tossed the pillow aside. Do you have any idea how many patents Ted holds? Worst of all, nothing makes him mad. Except rich and sexy. In this town joking about Jesus could get you shot. They had to leave for the rehearsal soon, and Meg was running out of time for subtlety.
Totally unselfish. For life. Meg pulled her knees under her. Morning breath. A secret passion for Kid Rock. There has to be something. Nealy gazed at them.
You know how she feels about her. She needed to mull over her growing conviction that her best friend was about to make the mistake of a lifetime. They congregated at the altar while they waited for the arrival of the groom and his parents. As much as her brothers made her feel inferior, she missed them right now.
Out of nowhere, the church doors blew open. And there he stood, silhouetted against the setting sun. Theodore Day Beaudine.
Trumpets began to sound. Honest to God trumpets blowing a chorus of hallelujahs. He says its accidental. He had perfectly bladed cheekbones, a flawlessly straight nose, and a square, movie star jaw. He strode down the center aisle with a long, easy gait, his dark brown hair kissed with copper. Meg barely noticed his famous parents following a few steps behind. The trumpets practicing in the choir loft reached a crescendo, he turned, and Meg got sucker punched. Those eyes… Golden amber touched with honey and rimmed with flint.
Eyes that blazed with intelligence and perception. Eyes that cut to the quick. As she stood before him, she felt Ted Beaudine gazing inside her and taking note of everything she worked so hard to hide—her aimlessness, her inadequacy, her absolute failure to claim a worthy place in the world.
If not… Well… How much can anyone expect from an overindulged child of Hollywood? Lucy was introducing them. My best friend and my future husband. Whatever emotions he felt for Lucy, none of them included the fierce passion her best friend deserved.
Secret Service kept the international press corps hovering by the gates, along with a crowd of curious onlookers hoping to glimpse a famous face. And famous faces were everywhere, not just in the bridal party.
The rich and prominent spilled from the back veranda of the Antebellum club house as far as the first tee—politicians, movie stars, the elite athletes of the professional golfing world, and a contingent of locals of various ages and ethnicities: school teachers and shop keepers, mechanics and plumbers, the town barber, and a very scary looking biker.
Meg watched Ted move through the crowd. He was low-key and self-effacing, yet an invisible klieg light seemed to follow him everywhere. Lucy stayed at his side, practically vibrating with tension as one person after another stopped them to chat.
Through it all, Ted remained unruffled, and even though the room hummed with happy chatter, Meg found it increasingly difficult to keep a smile on her face.
He struck her more as a man executing a carefully calculated mission than a loving bridegroom on the eve of his wedding. So what if she came across as rude? She touched the fabric knot at her shoulder.