The Duplicate Bride by Ginny Baird

Author:Ginny Baird [Baird, Ginny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Family Life Fiction, The Duplicate Bride, Trading Places Romance, entangled publishing, Romantic Comedy, contemporary women's fiction, Blue Hill, humorous romance, New York Times Bestselling Author, Ginny Baird, Mass Market Paperback Romance, Coastal Town, Mistaken Identity Romance, Marriage of Convenience romance, Big Family Romance, Amara, Small Town & Rural Fiction, Heartfelt Romance, Wrong Sister Romance, teacher, Romantic Themes Vacation, sweet romance, wedding planner, Twins, Maine, hotel magnate, women's humorous fiction, contemporary romance fiction, Millionaire Hero
ISBN: 9781682815229
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-09-28T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Brent rode back to his grandparents’ place with Derrick in Derrick’s SUV, with William driving ahead of them, chauffeuring Grandpa Chad and Parker. What a great moment that had been when they sailed past the carriage house. Jackie had been on the deck, and he’d happened to spot her. She looked adorable standing there, filming him on her phone, so he’d snapped a pic of her, which he’d sent her, along with a few others he’d taken on the boat. She hadn’t responded yet, but maybe she hadn’t seen his text.

He’d felt bad about becoming grumpy during their run this morning. Jackie had never been into public displays of affection, but seriously. It wasn’t like the two of them were preteens. They were adults and getting married.

His thoughts drifted away to the honeymoon and an image of them walking hand in hand down the shore, with him in his swim trunks and her in her very tiny bikini. They could swim and play in the water, then come back for a nice lazy nap at their beachside bungalow in the afternoon. Brent found himself looking forward to that “nap” and spending time with his new bride. When there was nobody else around to distract—or disrupt—them.

Tires squealed, and Derrick’s vehicle fishtailed sideways as a hard-hitting object rammed into them from behind. Derrick cursed and gripped the wheel, glaring back over his shoulder.

“What on earth?”

Brent spun in his seat to spy a dark blue European sports coupe with a bent grill and sagging front bumper. A dark-haired woman climbed from its driver seat, looking possessed. She stomped up to Derrick’s driver’s side window in precipitous heels, a fitted sweater top, and a very short skirt. Derrick rolled down his window.

“Excuse me,” she said without preamble. “You just ruined my car.”

Derrick sputtered a laugh. “I—what? You must be joking.”

Her dark eyes narrowed, and her nostrils flared. Meredith Galanes. Brent had only met the woman once, and she was seriously wound tight. Very nice-looking, though, with her olive skin and long, springy curls spilling past her shoulders.

His brother ran a hand through his hair and glanced at Brent, as if to say can you believe her?

Derrick leaned into his steering wheel and peered out the window behind them. “I’m guessing you did some damage, too.”

“Me? To you?” she asked, clearly astounded. She set one hand on her ample hip, accentuating her curvy figure. “It was totally your fault. You stopped on a dime.”

“Sure. When you hit me.”

“I hit you because you stopped.”

Meredith ducked her chin to peek into the car, and she spotted Brent in the passenger’s seat. “Oh, hi there. Happy wedding.” She returned her attention to Derrick, apparently waiting on him to say something. Probably apologize, which—knowing Derrick—he wasn’t about to do.

Brent noted that William had stopped up ahead of them, and now he, Parker, and Grandpa Chad had stepped from the car, curious to see what was going on.

“Uh oh,” William said, walking toward them. “Looks like someone had a little fender-bender.

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