Status Updates From The Wedding Audition (Runaw...

Alarms were blaring like crazy. No. No. No. She could not lose the man she loved this way. She was setting everything to right in her life, not screwing up anymore. Leaving Boone had hurt him and her family. But what if leaving Wynn had cost him his life?

They were having an affair, right? It wasn’t a one night stand. And she wasn’t her mom, so unsure of what she wanted out of life that she hopped from one guy to the next, leaving a trail of wreckage behind. She would take things one day at a time. He had too much uncertainty in his future.

And wasn’t that the question of the decade for him? He had no idea what the future held for him, but his life was always going to be too dangerous for a woman like Annamae, a woman who lived in the limelight. And since he didn’t want to think about a time without her, he steered them back to the present.

Just when she thought the night didn’t have the power to surprise her anymore, she was most struck by that tender sentiment—that this was more than just a fling because he’d chosen her. The notion got under her skin and into her head until she wanted to hold him all night long and kiss every square inch of him.

“I’m just trying to envision you as Sigmund Freud, and it’s not meshing for me.” “I didn’t say I’m a psychiatrist.” He’d turned that psych degree into profiling, with a minor in criminal justice. He’d worked his ass off to get that degree during his days as a street cop.

“Why would you want to push for a reaction from me? I thought you didn’t even like me.” “That has nothing to do with lust,” he said evenly. Truthfully. The air crackled so hot between them he could swear the dew steamed right off the grass.

Hazel Mae’s eyes went wide. She turned to look over her shoulder again, then glared at Annamae. “Honey, you might not mind having your life story plastered all over the Internet, but I have skeletons that are very comfortable in their closets, thank you very much.”

The touch of this guy’s hands—sun-warmed and hard-working—shot an unexpected jolt through her. A damn unwelcome jolt. She didn’t like what it said about her that she could be attracted to someone else the day before her wedding. Her called-off wedding.

If only her engagement wasn’t so public, every moment of their romance recorded by cameras because of her family’s reality TV show. Thanks to the wealth of Jessup sportswear and her producer stepfather’s connections, her family had become Atlanta’s small time cable answer to the Kardashians – Acting Up: The Atlanta Heiresses.