Beauty and the Billionaire: The Wedding by Jessica Clare

Author:Jessica Clare
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2016-10-25T10:03:01+00:00

(Very Early) The Next Day

Gretchen stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep.

Today, she was getting married.

Today, she was going to be one half of Mr. And Mrs. Buchanan.

Today, Hunter’s secret would come out. It had to. It was their wedding day. And she would have to deal with the consequences, one way or another.

And if it didn’t come out . . . well, she’d have to deal with the consequences of that, too.

She looked over at the love of her life. He slept, face on the pillow next to hers, his hand between them as if ready to touch her, or shelter her if she needed it. The scars on his face were shadows in the moonlight, making him look haggard, but to her, he was beautiful.

She loved him. And she was utterly terrified. Terrified that maybe she was making a mistake and his secret would be as awful as she dreaded. Terrified that her wedding was going to be a monstrosity of Christmas and whatever else she’d thrown in there. Terrified that something awful was going to go wrong after a year of planning and obsessing.

Terrified that he’d get to the altar and decide that actually, no, he wasn’t interested in marrying a loudmouth, not-all-that-put-together redhead. Because living together was one thing. But marriage? Marriage was a big deal.

And they had no prenuptial agreement. She’d been the one that suggested it, because she didn’t want him to think she was after his money. He’d scoffed at the idea, and when she’d brought it up again, he’d gotten angry at her. So she’d let it die, but now she worried.

If he married her, he had to really, really want to marry her—warts and all—because she’d be entitled to a crapload of his money once the ring was on her finger. And, well, that made her nervous. What if he changed his mind? What if he resented that she hadn’t pushed harder?

What if, what if?

She slid out of bed as carefully as possible so she wouldn’t wake Hunter. It didn’t work; his fingers immediately brushed over her arm. “Gretchen?” His voice was a sexy, sleepy mumble that made her quiver all over.

“Gonna start the bread,” she told him. “I have to have it in the proofing drawer for a while so I need to begin early.”

His thumb grazed over her skin in a gentle caress. “You okay, love?”

“Yep! Just thinking about baking.” She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. “Go back to sleep.” By the time she had her slippers and robe on, Hunter was already deep asleep again. She felt a surge of love for him—and then she felt the anxiety return. Time to go pound some dough.

An hour or so later, she had six bowls full of dough rising for panettone loaves, a coffee in hand, and her mind still wouldn’t turn off. She felt dangerously out of control—like the calm before the storm that was going to hit later. Her stomach was full of dread and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong.

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