Chapter 14
Ridley
Next to Carter, the air smelled fresh.
Tomorrow we would be married, and for one second, I wished we could be more than a business deal. I shouldn’t, but he was the only man I ever came close to loving.
It was so obvious today. I should have realized how I felt years ago.
Beside him, I hoped he’d somehow see that I was good for him and accept.
I’d be thrilled to take him as my husband and mean every word of my vows.
He snapped his fingers. We walked in the field and as we headed closer to the horses, he said, “You seemed happy tonight.”
His lips pressed together, and I raised my eyebrow and asked, “Is that a crime?”
He massaged the back of his neck. “No. It’s good to be happy. You’re good for Chelsea.”
I wasn’t stupid. I stared off at the sunset that was in its
