Char glared at the corner Brent had forced her to get into. Like this was going to help. She didn’t do it right away like he asked as Kayla was having far too much fun with decorating and she hadn’t wanted to stop her. But here it was just after noon, she was in the corner fuming, and Brent wasn’t home.
Leaning her forehead against the wall, she took a deep breath, listening to the sounds coming from the speaker nearby. Kayla was talking to her teddy bears. Smiling, despite her annoyance, Char lost herself in the joy of just listening for a little while.
It didn’t last long before a little guilt seeped in. She had no right to get mad at Brent. None at all. He had even asked if she was sure when she agreed to have a real wedding rather than running off to Nevada. And today showed him for the amazing man he was. This community was his for all intents and purposes. He built the place, loved its residents, and took care of it. It was his baby. When added in his natural inclination to take care of those he cared about, it just made sense he would rush to help out when so many homes were without power. In this kind of weather, that could kill. Especially with some of their elderly residents.
That didn’t mean she was happy about it. Or logical at all. She wanted him here. Last year he had woken her up in the most delicious way before painting her entire crotch with edible paints and then licking them off. After she came down from her intense set of orgasms, she had been glad that Jonathon and Benjamin had let Kayla stay over the night before.
“Damn, he’s so wonderful. Why am I taking out my annoyance on him?”
She wished it was June and this wedding was past them. Or that she would get up the gumption to talk him into running to Reno anyway. But she couldn’t do that. So many people in Corbin’s Bend plus his amazing family were looking forward to the occasion.
It was an event. Ugh. Seven bridesmaids. Who the hell needed seven bridesmaids? She didn’t, and yet she had them. Add in the groomsmen, Kayla as their flower girl, one of Brent’s nephews as the ring bearer, and a crowd of over two hundred people watching them… A low groan left her throat. She didn’t want this. She really didn’t want this. And to top it all off was the dress.
Bonking her head on the wall ahead of her, she whimpered. The dress was luscious ivory silk and clung to her perfectly with a four-foot train running behind. It made her look like a Grecian goddess and she hated it. Before the whole wedding thing had happened, she had seen a pretty oriental-style dress in a window that she told Brent she loved. When he proposed and she accepted, she had intended to get that dress for their wedding trip.
Now she was stuck with the gorgeous dress, the huge guest list, and the over-the-top wedding reception at the community center. “I’m being such a bitch,” she muttered. “So many women would kill for this and I hate it. What’s wrong with me?” After all, in the end, she was getting the desired result. She would be Charmagne Carmichael at that point, Brent’s wife. And wasn’t that what was important?
By the way she kicked the wall, obviously not. Her timer went off and with a sense of urgency she turned it off and tossed it across the room. Kayla was singing something through the speaker and as Char paced back and forth in her bedroom, an idea came to her. If Brent wouldn’t come to her, then she sure as hell could come to him. And give him a piece of her mind.