Not Over You (Holland Springs) (19 page)

“
I had to.”

Summer slipped her hand in his. “You had to?”

“
Yes,” he answered simply, and it was then she remembered.

This had been the house of
her
dreams. Before Gabriel had moved to Holland Springs, a family had lived in that house, a mom, dad, and three kids—all boys. Curious, she would watch them, laughing at their antics and smiling wistfully at the parents who loved them.

Eventually, they moved away and the house became rundown, but she hadn’t stopped coming here. At least, not until the first time she ran away from Holland Springs, with a pocket full of cash and a stolen car, payment from Patrick Johnson’s father when he’d caught his son with her.

“
Unfortunately, it wasn’t structurally sound, so I had to spend a lot of time and money having it shored up and redesigned, but it was worth it,” he said, unaware of her less-than-happy thoughts. “I wasn’t even able to move in, until a month ago.”

“
Still living out of boxes?” she asked, trying to push them away, but not quick enough to escape Gabriel’s notice.

“
Why are you so sad right now?”

“
Memories.”

He exhaled, and then pulled something out of his pocket. “I hoped by bringing you here would make you happy, and be something we could tell our kids about in the future.” He opened his hand. A ring with a single diamond lay in the center of his palm. She didn’t know enough about jewelry, except to think that it was pretty and she didn’t deserve it.

“
Jemma Leigh gave us her blessing,” he added.

Her heart stuttered. “It’s just a marriage of convenience,” she said without thinking.

“
It’s more than that, and you know it.” He slipped the ring on her finger. “Marry me, Summer Holland and make me the ha—”

She kissed him before he could say happy, because she couldn’t bear to hear the word. There was no way she’d ever make him happy, at least not permanently. But she could offer him moments of happiness, moments of pleasure that would make him not regret helping her.

He stood there, not kissing her back.

For a moment, she was worried that she’d done the wrong things, but then his arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. His mouth fastened to hers, tongue slipping inside to touch hers.

She ran her hands down his back, slipping them under the hem of his polo shirt and gliding up the hard planes.

He groaned in pleasure. She’d heard the sound often enough to recognize it. Lightly, she let her nails rake the skin, and he murmured her name. He tore his mouth away from hers, kissing up the side of her neck.

“
I want to take you inside so badly,” he whispered.

She let her head fall to one side to give him better access. “No one’s stopping you.”

“
I’m stopping me. I can wait a few more days.”

“
How about tomorrow?” she asked, shivering in pleasure as he bit the lobe of her ear.

“
Too soon.”

“
Think of what we could be doing by tomorrow night.” She grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast. “What you could be touching again.”

“
You’re killing me.
Killing.
Me
.”

Peering at him through her lashes, she unbuttoned the tiny fastenings in the middle of her dress and let it gape open. “Will these bring you back to life?”

With a groan, he fell to his knees, burying his face in her chest. She threaded her fingers in his hair, holding him close. “You smell so good,” he murmured. His lips teased the skin on her left breast, and
she
almost fell to her knees. “You feel so good.”

“
So do you.” The fabric of her dress pooled around her waist and he looked up at her, desire glittering in his eyes. “Your turn.”

He stood, and she thought he would, in fact, take off his shirt, but all he did was lightly kiss her mouth while adjusting her dress. “I have limits, Summer.”

“
I wouldn’t think less of you, if we had sex, right now,” she said. There would be no gloating on her part, no satisfaction had at making him so desperate for her that he would give up everything he believed. “I want you to make love to me, Gabriel.” She trailed the backs of her fingers down the center of her chest, and then cupped her breasts. His nostrils flared, and she felt a thrill of pleasure run though her at the sight of raw need. “Please don’t keep me waiting.”

“
We’ll get married this weekend.”

Chapter
Nineteen

Somehow, Gabriel had talked the town’s clerk into expediting the marriage license, which is why she stood in the middle of the guest bedroom, at Gabriel’s parents’ house at the beach, while she waited for Jemma Leigh to bring her a glass of water.

According to Jemma Leigh, who was serving as her maid of honor, the entire town was agog over the wedding. No one could remember the last time a Holland had actually gotten married in Holland Springs, let alone to a local boy—and the preacher’s son to boot.

It just wasn’t done.

Yet here she was, doing exactly that. Maybe she should have done like her sister, and gotten married in a foreign country. Only then, she would be more indebted to the Jemma Leigh and Gabriel’s parents.

Jemma Leigh had helped her find a dress, while his parents had insisted on taking care of the wedding and reception,
and
they had insisted on inviting the entire congregation of Grace Baptist Church.

The thought of all those people staring at her, judging her, as she walked down a sandy aisle to exchange vows on a perfect stretch of beach made her want to puke.

Gloria stuck her head inside the room. “May I come in?”

“
Yes, of course.”

Gloria walked in, carrying a length of lace. “This was my wedding veil, and I’d be honored if you would wear it.”

Automatically, Summer reached up to pat her hair. Jemma Leigh had gathered it at the crown, leaving most of it loose, with flowers woven in. “Will it fit?”

“
Turn around and let’s see.” Gloria tucked the comb in, fluffing the lace a little. Their gazes met in the full-length mirror propped against the wall. Tears were in Gloria’s. “
Que bonita
,” she sighed. “It was my mother’s great-grandmother’s veil. She brought it with her to California from Spain, as a part of her wedding trousseau. It was an arranged marriage, but since then, only love has been the reason for marriages in this family.”

Nausea made Summer’s stomach churn. This wasn’t love. This was a marriage of necessity. “I’ll give it back to you, for Isabella—”

“
No, it’s for the firstborn or his bride, and one day, you will do the same.” Gloria kissed her cheek. “My newest daughter, you are a beautiful bride.”

Summer wanted to sit on the floor and bawl like a baby, but not before she gave the veil back. There was no way she could go through with this, no way she could hurt his entire family like this. But just as she reached for the veil, Jemma Leigh came barreling through the door, took one look at her, and burst into tears.
Again.

“
Oh my word, Summer,” Jemma Leigh exclaimed, placing a hand over her heart. Tears spilled over her lashes and onto her cheeks. “That was just the finishing touch we needed.”

“
It’s my something borrowed,” Summer said.

Gloria clucked her tongue. “No, this is your something old.”

Jemma Leigh gestured to Summer’s ears. “The earrings are something borrowed and blue.”

“
A penny for your shoes.” Isabella’s voice cheerfully rang out.

Summer wiggled her toes. “I’m barefoot.”

Isabella shrugged. “I don’t think you need it anyway. Gabriel is the nervous one.”

Summer blinked. “He’s nervous?”

“
Of course he is, he’s marrying the woman he’s loved since he was fifteen,” Gloria said, and the world tilted on Summer. She felt dizzy. She felt like a fraud.

“
Looks like it’s contagious,” Isabella said with a little laugh, helping Summer to the bed. “Need anything?”

“
I need to sit down, is all,” Summer gasped, breathing slowly and gripping the bedpost.

Jemma Leigh and Gloria exchanged smiling looks. Summer felt even worse.

“
Sit down and drink some water, sugar,” Jemma Leigh said, helping her to a high-backed chair and handing her a glass. “Don’t worry about your lipstick.”

Summer sat there, drinking water, while she debated on whether or not she should run away. She had no idea why anyone called it having cold feet, because she felt hot all over.

Before she knew it, Gloria and Jemma Leigh were herding her out the door and into the backyard. They walked with her to the beach, where everyone was sitting in rows of chairs as they waited on her.

The sun shone bright as music played. She could hear the waves lapping on the shore. A few seagulls cried out. It was perfectly warm, perfectly breezy, and she was a perfect fraud.

She blinked, trying to get her eyes to adjust. Gabriel came into focus, standing in front of an arch of roses and ivy. He looked so handsome standing there, dressed in a pale blue shirt and khaki pants. His dark hair gleamed in the sun, as did his tan skin. Her mouth twisted a little when she realized he was as barefoot as she was.

He smiled, his entire face lighting up with joy, and it seemed his dark blue eyes glowed.

She couldn’t help but go to him, then, and take his arm, listening to the words and repeating her vows. All she could see and think and feel and breathe in those moments were Gabriel.

Angel.

He kissed her, and she kissed him back, not wanting this moment to end. Not wanting reality to crash and make her want to burn this time in her life away. Not wanting anything or anyone but this man, standing in front of her and kissing her like he loved her.

Everyone clapped and cheered for them. The sound snapped her out of her thoughts.

Get a hold of yourself.

Summer stepped back, face flushing. Gabriel’s face was flushed as well.

“
You make a beautiful bride, Mrs. Edwards,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

Mrs. Edwards
. She smiled at him, and for once in her life, she had no comeback at all.

They were married.

To each other.

Forever, according to their vows and to Gabriel himself.

Married.

Until death do us part.

MARRIED.

She couldn’t stop thinking of that word, and all it meant to him, all it
didn’t
mean to her, while the wedding party was hugged, kissed, and wished nothing but the best.

“
I like the flowers in your hair,” Gabriel said as they sat at an elaborately decorated table just for the two of them. “The veil’s pretty, too.”