Always a Bridesmaid by Cindi Madsen (Getting Hitched in Dixie #2)
English | 2020 | Romance | ePUB | 2.9 MB
Cindi Madsen is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance and young adult novels. She sits at her computer every chance she gets, plotting, revising, and falling in love with her characters.
Violet Abrams may have been a bridesmaid no less than seven times, but her wedding day was near—she could feel it. Until her longtime boyfriend left her for someone else. That’s just fine—she has her photography and a new project redesigning her sister’s bakery to keep her happy and fulfilled. Fast-forward to the day of his wedding, though, when Violet might have accidentally, totally not on purpose, started a fire. And… Officially the worst day ever.
Firefighter Ford Maguire thought he’d seen it all. Until he’s called out because someone tried to set the local bakery on fire…with a wedding magazine? The little arsonist might be the cutest woman he’s ever seen, but he’s too career-focused to consider something serious. Still, Violet seems like a great person to help him navigate his upcoming “man of honor” duties in his best friend’s wedding.
Pretty soon, not only is Violet giving him lessons on all things weddings, she’s helping him train his latest rescue-dog recruit puppies and weaving her way seamlessly into his lone-wolf lifestyle. But forever is the last thing on Ford’s mind, and if there’s one thing a perpetual bridesmaid knows, it’s the importance of a happily ever after.
The ironic thing about whenever Violet Abrams entered Uncertainty, Alabama, was how uncertain she felt about being there. It hardly helped matters that back home, in what used to be her favorite chapel, a grand ceremony was taking place without her.
Yep, the irony was strong today.
Maybe she was using ironic the wrong way—words had never been her strong point. She captured images that could say a thousand words without uttering a single one.
Or she used to, anyway.
Before a jerkface who’d promised always and forever had made a mockery of her best-laid plans. Obviously he hadn’t meant it in the classic every single occasion, without exception, without ending definitions.
Which brought her to the annoying word never. As in how she’d sworn that she’d never, ever live in Uncertainty, Alabama, again. Not unless someone dragged her kicking and screaming.
And yet, there was the sign that welcomed her to town.
Memories from the last time she’d been in Alabama drifted to the surface, prompting her to eye the rearview mirror.
Violet jerked her chin level and gripped the steering wheel that much harder. She was trying to let the past go. Finding silver linings and redirecting her negative notions and emotions. “While my closest girlfriends are in Spanx, binding dresses, and pinchy high heels, I’m rocking the hell out of these comfy yoga pants.”
The clerk at the 7-Eleven she’d stopped at earlier to refuel and re-caffeinate had definitely noticed. He’d checked her out quite thoroughly, and considering she had on yesterday’s smudged makeup, she was slightly flattered.
Even if he had focused a bit too much on her butt.
Funny enough, the woman in the chip aisle had also examined Violet’s backside. And she’d wondered if she was accidentally putting out the wrong vibe, thanks to recently swearing off men.
It wasn’t until Violet had removed the nozzle from the gas tank and caught her reflection in her car’s side mirror that everything clicked into place. Turned out her lilac yoga pants were light enough to display the bright pink hearts and scribbled ciao for now on her panties.
Suffice it to say, Victoria’s Secret was out.
While it’d been super embarrassing, at least she’d worn her pretty underwear and not the granny kind.
Look at me, being all optimistic.
The brakes squealed as she pulled her car to a stop in front of Maisy’s Bakery, and the binder Violet despised but couldn’t quite bring herself to toss slid out from underneath the passenger seat.