Page 19 of Can't Get Over You
She nodded. But they both looked down at the billowing material of her seven-thousand-dollar gown—a gift from Matt’s mom. He pulled a knife from his boot and jerked his chin at it.
Finlay loved this dress. She’d been building a mood board of gowns for two years, but she’d never once imagined she could buy one from a couture designer like Knox Holliday.
It was truly the gown of her dreams.
But here’s the thing. Matt might have a very good reason for not telling me.
“I wanted to wait until after the wedding.”
Sure, she could see the logic in that.
Maybe. Kind of.
Actually, no. Not really.
“I didn’t want to ruin this special time for you.”
“I was waiting for the results of the DNA test.”
But he already had those. His ex had made that clear.
Nothing could excuse waitingthree monthsto tell her life-altering news.
Finlay was sure some women could forgive what he’d done. Eventually, she probably could, too.
But she’d never trust him the way a woman needed to trust her spouse.
And so, she nodded, taking in those intense eyes and the thick beard that framed a full, kissable mouth.
He gathered the layers of material and plunged the blade in, hacking away until the bottom half dropped to the ground. Then he pulled off his leather jacket and held it open for her.
Turning, she slid her arms inside. It was warm from his body, and it smelled like woodsmoke and pine, like the crisp night mountain sky.
Finally, he peeled off his helmet and offered it. She didn’t know her hands were shaking until she pulled it over her head. Once she got it on and smashed all those pretty beach waves, she climbed onto the back of his motorcycle and wrapped her arms around his waist.
He twisted the throttle and shot forward.
She never once looked back.
Chapter Three
With her armsbanded around his chest, Finlay clung to him like her life depended on it. Her cheek was smashed to his back, and her bare thighs clamped around his hips. She had to be freezing her ass off.
This is wild.
Jude had only landed in Calamity an hour ago. His dad, Ava, and two of his brothers met him at the airport. Even brought him a bike to ride.
And the moment I cross the town line, I findher?
That was bizarre enough, but to catch her right as she was running from her own wedding?
Typically, they didn’t ride in December. It was too damn cold. But it was sunny, and the roads were clear. Hadn’t snowed for a week. And of course, no one had anticipated a companion in a wedding dress.
He had a lot of questions.
Like, who was she marrying, and what had the asshole done to make her pull a runner?
And had she ever gotten her house on Bloom Lane?
