Always a Bridesmaid by Cindi Madsen

Author:Cindi Madsen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Family Life Fiction;Contemporary Women's Fiction;Contemporary Romance Fiction;Romantic Comedy;Women's Humorous Fiction;Contemporary American Fiction;General Humorous Fiction;Romantic Themes Wedding;Cindi Madsen;Mass Market Paperback Romance;Bakery;Small Town romance;Just One of the Groomsmen by Cindi Madsen;Always a Bridesmaid by Cindi Madsen;Firefighter hero;Sweet Romance;Fake Relationship Romance;Arranged relationship romance;friends to lovers romance;feel good romance;funny romance;humorous romance;wedding romance;bridesmaid;getting hitched in dixie series;series romance;stand alone romance;USA Today bestselling author;romcom;laugh out loud romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-03-21T20:51:31+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The ride over had dried parts of them, save Violet’s front and Ford’s back, since they’d been mashed together. Once they’d peeled themselves apart, Ford told Violet the door was unlocked and that he’d be right behind her.

She did the sort of sprint-waddle a penguin might while running from a hungry polar bear. With warmth one twist away, she paused, her hand on the doorknob. Then she looked down at least three layers of mud and sludge.

And smiled.

Never before had she been so filthy. While crusty and moderately uncomfortable, it made her oddly happy.

Free.

Usually she held closer to societal constructs. Always had to focus on focusing. She didn’t rock the boat while also craving attention, which never had gone very well together. Often it felt like she worked her butt off to be a casual observer of her own life.

Today she’d grabbed an amazing moment by the horns, wrestled it to the muddy ground, and experienced sensations she hadn’t even realized she’d been missing.

A shirtless Ford ambled up the sidewalk, speckled in much the same way she was after a day of painting, and it was as if her blurry life twisted into focus. Happy, tingly emotions crystallized, and she click, clicked a button in her brain so she could always remember this perfect moment.

“Evidently mud makes me sappy,” she said. “I’m about to start waxing poetic.”

Amusement danced along the crooked slant of Ford’s smile. “Spout some poetry for me, Shakespeare.”

“Wasn’t Shakespeare more of a playwright?”

“Ooh yeah. Those are the sexy words I was hoping for.”

Violet gave his chest a light shove. “Ha-ha. What I’m trying to say is this afternoon was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I was completely in the moment.”

Ford wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her close. “I rather enjoyed several of those moments myself.” He kissed her hard on the lips and reached around her to open the door. “Finally, I can show this doorknob who’s boss. He’s been bragging for weeks about how he got further with you than I did.”

The guy was such a ham, a joke always at the ready, a smile a second away. She’d never been with anyone like Ford.

Not that she’d been with him.

Was she going to be tonight?

If the way he kissed was any indicator, they could have a whole lot of unbridled fun together. He saw her, too—the real, unfiltered version. Scattered brain, bursts of energy, and previously buried passion for photography, which he’d encouraged her to rediscover.

Unlike her ex, Ford didn’t attempt to calm the mayhem inside her brain—he rolled with it and patiently repeated himself. He made every minute an adventure.

The way he’d looked at her as he’d told her she was beautiful, as if he’d been in the middle of the desert for days and had just spotted water…

Her stomach whirled as she tipped onto her toes and initiated another kiss.

A tug-of-war began between her heart and her brain.

Sex without commitment often ended in tears and asking yourself what you did wrong.

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