Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1

Bree looked crestfallen, her eyes downcast, lost and out of place. Trent hated that he was the one who’d made her look that way. She was even more beautiful now than she had been the last time he’d seen her, that day at the convenience store when he’d insisted on stopping, despite his then-girlfriend’s objections. He’d seen Bree’s car, knew she was in town for Christy’s party, and wanted to see her even though he knew it wasn’t in his best interest.

He hadn’t regretted seeing her, only that she didn’t want to see him at the moment. Over the years, he’d come to realize he’d messed up. He should’ve tried harder to get ahold of her back in college, after he’d kissed her. He hadn’t gone far enough to try to track her down, and by the time he was face-to-face with her again, it was clear she hated him.

But then he’d heard that song and had to wonder if she’d written it for him. While it was entirely possible he had nothing to do with it, ever since he’d seen her singing it on a YouTube video, he couldn’t get her out of his mind.

Bree. Hank would go out of his way to spend time with her, Trent was sure, but other than that, she would likely feel like an outsider. He knew she wasn’t necessarily planning on going to all of the events Monica had scheduled for the week anyway, but now that she knew what she’d walked into, he’d

Bree meant he didn’t have to face the fact that he still had feelings for

love

you okay, sweetie pooh?” she