It Was Nothing: A Small Town, Marriage of Convenience, Country Music Star Romance by Susan Henshaw

Author:Susan Henshaw [Henshaw, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Firefly Fields
Published: 2025-01-30T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15

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By the time the wedding reception was over, even though there were no bruises on my body, it felt like I’d been run over by a car. Metaphorically. By Peyton. Multiple times.

I'd barely pull my emotional wreckage to the shoulder when she’d gun her engine and mow me down again. Not content with the initial impact, she'd put it in reverse and grind me into the pavement, mirroring my mom's unyielding technique with roadside reptiles. I guess that’s the bitter irony of loving someone so completely that their measured heart feels like a slap across the face.

The wedding kiss was even more subpar than the proposal kiss. A quick peck on the lips, followed by a giggle about how everyone was watching. She’d dodged the first dance for over an hour—darting away to talk to Lemon or Tally or Cash. Finally, my mom lost all her patience, grabbed Peyton by the shoulders, and walked her onto the dance floor herself. All eyes on us, we’d awkwardly tripped over each other’s feet like two elementary school kids learning the waltz. Thankfully, after two painful minutes in the spotlight—something I usually loved—my siblings and their wives joined us on the dance floor.

When it was time to cut the cake, I’d taken my brothers’ advice and simply popped it directly into Peyton’s mouth. They said the last thing a woman actually wanted was cake up her nose. Maybe that was true, but Peyton had no problem jamming it up my nostrils.

I’d had to leave the outdoor reception, stalk into my house, and unearth my neti-pot. I’d purchased it years ago but could never bring myself to use it. Thank goodness I kept it. I surely would’ve ended up in the ER otherwise. As it was, it took three rinses to dislodge the white chocolate shaving wedged between my left nostril and septum.

But now, a little past midnight, everyone finally gone and Cash asleep down the hall, the emotional rack and ruin was in full swing. Because heaven forbid a man suggests snuggling with his new wife on their wedding night.

“Stay back,” Peyton warned, standing on her side of the California king. “I’m not kidding. Don’t you even think of skimming the tip of your finger up my arm. Do you hear me?”

“Hmm.” I shot her a grin I wasn’t feeling. “You sound awfully scared of my touch. Why is that?” I puffed my chest. “Can’t handle this awesomeness?”

Her eyes turned to ice. “The only thing I’m scared of is the damage I’ll do if you test me, Ford. I have a child to raise. I can’t be doing fifty to life for murder.” She picked up one of the many throw pillows Flora Mae had purchased to decorate my bed and tossed it to the center of the mattress. Then another and another until every pillow was in a heap. She crawled to the middle, her tiny pajama shorts doing nothing to shield her sexy thighs. Then she began arranging the pillows in a line down the center of the bed.

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