Skye Douglas has made a career out of helping brides plan the wedding of their dreams—even if she’s bitter when it comes to her own love life. Instead of risking her heart again, Skye prefers to spend her free time with her nephew—a little guitar prodigy who shares his aunt’s obsession with 80s metal hair bands.
Then she meets Caleb, the guitar teacher, and Skye suddenly finds herself unable to think about anything except the guy’s Def Leppard T-shirt and his bright blue eyes.
Caleb Lynch has waited all this life for a girl like Skye.
Too bad he’s engaged.
The fake engagement to his best friend seemed like a good idea at the time—after all, it’s her mom’s dying wish. But now he’s met someone he might actually have a future with, and Caleb’s not sure how understanding Skye will be if she learns the truth.
Then Caleb meets his wedding planner, and his entire world is turned upside down.
When Skye realizes she’s broken the cardinal rule of wedding planning by falling for the groom, will she listen to her head . . .or her heart?
Caleb stands and offers me his hand.“Dance with me?”
I hate to dance . . . almost as much as I hate to date. But this is, without a doubt, the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to me.
Caleb’s eyes never leave mine as he leads me to the dance floor. Pulling me close, he drifts his hands up my arms and along my shoulders until I’m flush against him. I encircle his waist with my arms as we sway to the music.
Then the most amazing thing happens.
Caleb leans his forehead against mine and starts to sing.
And I melt. Absolutely, positively melt right there in his arms.
Correction. This is the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to me.
Caleb’s deep blue eyes burn with emotion as he sings softly to me. I don’t care that we probably look ridiculous and cheesy. I don’t care that the waitress will most likely slash my tires. I don’t care that he’s singing slightly off key. I don’t even care that my best friend is going to scream bloody murder when I tell her about this moment.
I don’t care about any of it, because I’m here.
Suddenly too overwhelmed with everything, I close my eyes.
“Please look at me,” he whispers, and because I’m completely under his spell, I obey.
“Caleb, I . . .” my voice drifts off.
Everything’s just too intense. It’s too much. And I don’t know what to say.
“You feel it, too?”
The insecure girl in me wants to ask what he means, but the woman in me knows. Of course I feel it, and I have no idea how to answer him. I decide to go with the truth.