Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1

"What the hell was that?" Heather demanded as Trent came back to where he'd left her standing in the doorway of the convenience store.

"That was a fist bump," he explained. "Now… if you'll excuse me… I need a Gatorade."

"But… did you just stop here because you saw her car?" Heather followed him, the tone of her voice grating on his last nerve.

"No, I stopped here to get a Gatorade." He pulled his beverage of choice out of the refrigerated section. "Would you like something?"

"But we're almost at your parents' house. Couldn't you have waited?"

“They don’t have any. Do you want something or not, Heather? You’re making a big deal out of nothing. Bree and I are just friends. Have you ever even heard me say her name before?”

“No, but that’s probably because she’s in love with you. “ Heather followed him to the counter where she plopped a Diet Coke down next to his Gatorade and the clerk rang them up.

“What in the world makes you say that?”

“I saw the way she was looking at you,” Heather explained. “All goo-goo eyed.”

Trent sighed loudly, took his change and his drink, and headed to his truck. He climbed in and started it before Heather got in. Once she’d climbed inside, he said, “I don’t think so, Heather. We’ve been friends since we were in elementary school. Nothing more.”

“Well, I don’t think anyone told her that.”

matter. She’s going to a birthday party. We’re going to play cards with my grandparents. She doesn’t

it was pure luck that you ran into her while she was in town, then, huh? Do you have her number in

“No.”

“Let me see.”

“Seriously?”

got anything to

suddenly sounded, he pulled into his parents’ driveway, unlocked his phone, and handed it to her. He didn’t have Bree’s new number, and

When she was satisfied she knew who all of his contacts were, she handed it back.

agreed only because he thought he’d likely not be talking to Heather anymore--after

* * *

back beers a little faster than she should be. At least she wasn’t driving home that night. Christy had invited her to spend the night, so she wouldn’t be

you drink so fast,” Hank said, coming over and dropping down next to her on a log situated on the perimeter of Christy’s parents’ large back

I’m just… missing Sam,

‘“Oh, your man?”

few too many to drink

me. She says I’m a fun guy, but I’m not the sort of guy she sees in her future. She wants a professional. Man, she’s so damn hot. And

“Okay….”

just… I hate that she doesn’t want me, you know? But personal training is my life! That’s what I wanna do. I’m so passionate about it. Just because it’s not one of those jobs you tell your dad about doesn’t mean that I’m