Meant to Marry Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Trent found a quiet spot out on the boat deck. Like everything else, it had been Monica’s idea to take an evening boat ride for dinner. The sunset was beautiful, and the water was calm and serene, but Trent didn’t feel peace as he looked out at the horizon. He felt like a tempest was brewing under the surface, and he wasn’t sure how to put his finger on exactly why he was feeling that way.He wanted to ignore the tickle in the back of his brain that said it was Bree. He thought he’d moved on from her years ago, that he’d convinced himself

Thursday evening was the lobster boil on the beach. Normally, Bree would be excited to attend, but under the circumstances, she didn’t want to go. Sure, it might be fun to eat lobster and corn on the cob, amongst other things, beneath the moon and stars and listen to the waves lap against the shore. But Hank’s words had played over and over again in her mind all day, so by the time she was supposed to be heading to the beach, she was sitting on the couch in her room instead, staring out the window at the descending sun, wondering what she should do.Her ph

It took a while for Bree to break free of playing the guitar. When Dwayne asked if he could play something, she gladly handed the instrument over. It seemed to her that he likely wanted her to sit next to him and sing along, but she made an excuse about stretching her legs and headed out after Hank.She found him sitting by the cluster of rocks he’d found her at a few times already that week. He had a beer in his hand--and he was crying.

Trent was already there when Bree arrived at the meeting location. She took her time walking over, not because she was puzzled about what she was going to say but because she was studying him. The sun was almost directly overhead. It picked up the golden highlights in his hair and reflected them like a halo around his head. His skin was more bronze now than it had ever been in all the years she’d known him, probably from so much beach time. His eyes were the color of the sea, and the way he worried his hand against his set jaw, he looked so handsome she could hardly handle looking at him, but she also couldn’t pull away.

After Bree left, Trent sat on the beach for at least a half an hour or more staring out at the ocean, thinking about what Bree had said. He’d have to head back to the room and talk to Monica eventually. He had no idea how that conversation was going to go, but he had a feeling she’d deny everything, even with the pictures right in front of her face.He’d had an idea she was sneaking around with someone, but he didn’t know it was Hank. He never would’ve thought Hank could do anything like that to him. Granted, he did meet Monica first. The