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Brad Marcus had spared nothing to celebrate our two-year anniversary, with sixty of our closest friends, of which I kind of knew four. It didn’t escape me that none of my friends were there, but then most of our socializing tended to be with Martin and his wife or a few of Brad’s other coworkers. Somewhere along the line that had become the norm. I frowned, wondering when my friends had fallen off the radar. He probably wouldn’t have known where to find them, anyway. Not that he should have. I couldn’t imagine calling people up to come to a party on a yacht at the Baytown Marina, for an anniversary of
dating
. Especially at our age. If it were me, I would have rolled my eyes and called a friend to snicker over rich people and their extravagant idiocies. So maybe it was a good thing that the only attendees I could see so far were Brad’s people. They probably didn’t see it as embarrassing, just another reason for a gala.

I would have been good with pizza and ice cream and a movie. But hey—that’s me.

“There you are,” came a singsongy voice to my left. The hug and expensive perfume that accompanied it belonged to the missing Alicia. “Here, I snagged you something real,” she said, replacing my wine with a tumbler of something red with ice.

“Lord, I need more food,” I said. “All this alcohol and no lunch today.”

Alicia looped her sparkly braceleted arm through mine. “Let’s go get some more shrimp.”

I laughed as we headed toward the shrimp table, which I’d already hit up three times before. “I need something with bread.”

“So, tell me about your adventure today,” Alicia said, wiggling her eyebrows. “I heard he was pretty creative. Amazing dress, by the way.”

I laughed and looked down at myself. “Yeah.” I smoothed a hand carefully along the deep green sequins. “Kind of outside my league, if you know what I mean.”

“No way,” she said with a giggle and touch of my arm. “You can rock any league you choose to. You look fabulous.”

I adjusted my chest while my back was to the crowd. “Martin said I look exposed.”

Alicia sighed in mock disgust. “Martin’s a pig,” she said with a smile. “He’s too male for his own good.” She piled shrimp on a tiny plate. “Now tell me.”

I relayed the afternoon as it had played out. A box arriving at my door, with a brand-new glittery dress inside, and an envelope with a typed note saying,
“Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to go to the mailbox, where you will find further instructions on where to go next.”

“Oh my God, seriously?” she said around a mouthful of food. “That’s adorable.”

“He can be cute like that,” I said, feeling a little proud. I glanced back to where he stood seriously chatting up his boss with Martin, and wished we were telling the story together. So much for no work talk.

“I wish he’d arranged for you to go with me,” I said, piling up my own plate. “It would have been more fun.”

“Me too!” she said. “So what was next?”

I told her about the clues that led me to a salon for a mani-pedi, which had additional clues waiting for me to hit up a shoe store for the new sparkly sandals he had already purchased. Then to Macy’s for a prepaid makeover, before a limo brought me to the marina for the final event.

What I didn’t tell her was the disappointment I felt when I realized it wasn’t just Brad waiting for me.

“What a surprise!” Alicia said, eyes wide, looking maybe a little envious.

“That it was.”

“I can’t believe he picked out this dress,” she said, touching the waistline. “Oh, hell, what am I saying? Yes I can. He’s so
GQ
, he probably walked in and had five salespeople at his beck and call.”

I laughed. “Probably.” I fidgeted with one of the straps again. “Although I wish they’d thrown in some double-sided tape and maybe a bungee cord.”

Alicia nearly spewed her drink, and had to cough to keep it from coming out her nose. She was so tickled, I had to giggle with her, but I was serious. The bodice was nothing but a few straps of material wrapping around me and pushing me up at strategic places. Very sexy, but more suited for a fancier woman like Alicia.

Brad beamed at me when I’d arrived, however, and I knew he was over the moon to have me there in his world and actually in the spotlight with him. Something I usually managed to avoid. I guess he figured out how to change that.

The musical tinkling of a spoon against a crystal champagne flute made me turn.

“Everyone!” Brad called, bringing to mind
Fantasy Island
scenes of Mr. Rourke welcoming his guests. “Thank you so much for being here tonight.”

“Oh Lord, look at him,” Alicia said, nudging me. “All up in his element.”

His element.

He extended an arm in my direction, beckoning me to join him. I was suddenly conflicted on whether to bring my plate of shrimp with me. Was it a photo op? Should I just stand next to him with my pretty red drink, smiling? I decided to bring it, since the shrimp were pretty, too, and probably cost a mint.

As I settled into his side, gazing up at him, I counted my blessings. I truly was blessed to have such an amazing man. I’d already run the route of the ordinary, married to someone with no ambition and less dependability. I had life lessons and an amazing daughter from that early experience—I treasured that—so why not embrace the next chapter of my life? So what if he only watched ESPN and the History Channel, and didn’t believe in buttered popcorn? What did it matter that he hated sweatpants and never let me hear the end of it if I spent the day in a pair? Brad Marcus was gorgeous, successful, creative, and for some reason had chosen to spend the last two years with me.

“This is a special night for Andie and I, as you know,” Brad continued, smiling down at me. “And isn’t she stunning tonight?”

The crowd clapped, and I went head-to-toe crimson. “Stop,” I whispered, managing not to move my lips and maintaining my appreciative smile.

“I’ve been so fortunate to know this beautiful woman, and I hope you’ll all get to know her better tonight, as well,” Brad said. “Champagne is coming around, please take one, as I’d like to make a toast.”

I switched out my glasses as the tray went by, and the murmurs ceased as Brad raised his glass.

“To friends and love and beautiful futures,” he said, clinking glasses with me. Clinks echoed all around, sounding like a cacophony of chimes, which I would have found entertaining and lovely had Brad not then lowered to one knee.

My first thought was that he’d dropped something. Then the precious shrimp plate was plucked from my hand, the champagne glass was plucked from Brad’s, and he was gazing up at me.

“Oh my God, what are you doing?” I asked under my breath, not wanting the guests to hear.

Brad just grinned, as if my impending panic attack was cute and expected, and his charm would heal all that ailed me. He was charming. He was adorable. And he was on one freaking knee. My heart was so loud in my ears it almost drowned out the
aww
s and
ooh
s along with a distinct shriek from Alicia’s general vicinity.

“Please get up,” I whispered, wanting to go somewhere private.

He ignored me.

“I want the world to know you’re mine, Andie,” he said, taking my free hand. Someone took the glass of champagne from the other one, as I was shaking so badly the liquid sloshed over the edges. “Two years is long enough for us to know.”

No, it isn’t!
my head screamed as he reached into his suit pocket.

The little white box squeaked open, and the crowd gasped in unison, as if on cue. The oddest thought zipped by as I wondered if that was staged, but that could have just been the lack of oxygen to my brain.

“I can’t brand you,” Brad said, his blue eyes and perfect smile radiating charm and bringing laughter from all sides. “But I can put this on your finger and give you my name,” he said, kissing my fingers as I stared down at him. “If you’ll have me.”

The marble-sized rock in the box swirled and doubled in front of my eyes. It looked like all the crystals that hung around the boat, catching the light.
Ahh,
I thought.
That was creative.
My head swam with random bursts of sound from the guests, the band playing something soft and backgroundish on a violin overhead, and all the thoughts pinging me at once. Mostly that I needed to say something. That everyone was waiting for me to say something. But something in me was still waiting—for
him
to say something.

I blinked hard, and willed the image in front of me to focus, but I had bigger problems, as my head went light and three plates of cocktail shrimp crawled back up.

“Brad,” I whispered, as the little pinpoints of black started closing in.

“Andie?”

I wheeled around and ran blindly for where I knew the railing to be, shoved two gasping Vera Wang gowns and their owners aside, and unloaded all that pretty shrimp back into the water. Not quite the same way they left it.

Books by Sharla Lovelace

 

 

The Reason Is You

Before and Ever Since

Just One Day

Don’t Let Go

 

About the Author

 

 

Sharla Lovelace is the bestselling, award-winning author of small-town love stories. Being a Texas girl through and through, she’s proud to say she lives in Southeast Texas with her retired husband, a golf cart, a crazy mutt, and an aviary full of cockatiels. She is the author of
The Reason Is You
,
Before and Ever Since
,
Just One Day
, and the forthcoming
Stay with Me
, which is due out in summer 2014.

 

Sharla is available by Skype for book club meetings and chats, and loves connecting with her readers! See her website at
www.sharlalovelace.com
 for a complete book listing, events, and to sign up for her monthly newsletter.

 

You can find her as @sharlalovelace on Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads.

Contents

Cover

Don’t Let Go

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Acknowledgments

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Nana Mae’s Mississippi Mud

Excerpt from Stay with Me

Excerpt from Just One Day

Books by Sharla Lovelace

About the Author

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