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Everything I’d thought about them changed in an instant. I said it that same night after meeting them, and I said it when I watched them finally get married almost two years later: I’ve never seen two people more perfect for each other than them.
I’ve heard their story countless times, I’ve cried with “Kamryn” over it, and I’ve watched them struggle just to be together and be happy. Do I support cheating? No. But I’ll stand behind them and their relationship any day. I can honestly say, I’ve never been more genuinely happy to see two people finally start their forever together, and I hope you all can understand exactly why I wanted so badly to share their story.
Acknowledgments
THERE ARE SO many people I want to thank . . . my closest friends, the bloggers and readers who’ve helped me with promoting this book, my street team . . . but this book is very special to me, and there are a handful of people who definitely need recognition here.
My husband, Cory, thank you—always. But for this story? I have to thank you for introducing me to R & S. If it hadn’t been for your incredible friendship/bromance with R, I would have never met them, and I would have never heard their story, and Sharing You would have never come about. Love you!
My agent, Kevan Lyon, thank you for actually allowing me to write this story. I will never forget our first conversations over this, but I’m so so glad you’ve fallen in love with their story as well! So much love to you for being the most amazing agent ever.
My editor, Tessa Woodward, thank you for being the one to push for this story and for being the biggest believer in their story. I love you! Thank you, a million times thank you!
AL Jackson, thank you for going through at least three different drafts of this story and understanding my need to write it and have it be a certain way. I love you, BB!
Last, but certainly not least, R & S. Thank you for letting me tell your story. Just . . . thank you! I’ve never met two people who were more meant for each other than you two. Hearing your story, and knowing what you went through to be together . . . I still get chills when I remember hearing your story for the very first time. I can honestly say that, other than my own, I have never been more moved by a wedding than by yours. If only for the fact that you two were finally starting your forever together and no two people deserved that more. Cory and I love you both!
An Excerpt from Letting Go
Want more drama and romance?
Turn the page for a sneak peek at Molly McAdams’s next book, Letting Go.
Prologue
Grey
“THEN OVER THERE is where the girls and I will be waiting before the ceremony starts,” I said, pointing to the all-seasons tent just off to the side. “I think the coordinator said she’d get us in there when the photographer is taking pictures of Ben and the boys on the other side house, so he won’t see me.”
I glanced to my mom and soon-to-be mother-in-law talking about the gazebo behind me, and what it would look like with the greenery and flowers, and I smiled to myself. They’d been going back and forth on whether we should keep the gazebo as is, or decorate it, ever since Ben and I had decided on The Lake House as our wedding and reception site. And from the few words I was hearing now, they were still undecided. I honestly didn’t care how it was decorated. I wanted to be married to Ben, and in three days, I would be.
“Grey, this place is freaking gorgeous. I can’t believe you were able to get it on such short notice,” my maid-of-honor and best friend, Janie, said in awe.
“I know, but it’s perfect, right?”
“Absolutely perfect.”
I grabbed her hand and rested my head on her shoulder as I stared at the part of the property where the reception would be. Ben and I had promised our families that we wouldn’t get married until we’d graduated from college, but that had been a much harder promise to keep than we’d thought it would be. School let out for summer a few days ago, and we wanted to move off campus for our junior year . . . together. That hadn’t exactly gone over well with my parents. They didn’t want us living together until we were married. I think in my dad’s mind, it helped him continue to believe I was his innocent little girl.
I’d been dating Ben since I was thirteen years old; the innocent part flew out the window over three years ago. Not that he needed to know that. After a long talk with both our parents, they agreed to let us get married now instead of two years from now.
That was seven weeks ago. Even though Ben had asked me to marry him last Christmas, we’d officially gotten engaged once we’d received the okay from our parents, and had started planning our wedding immediately. Seven weeks of being engaged. Seven years of being together. And in three days I would finally be Mrs. Benjamin Craft.
With how the last few weeks had dragged by, it felt like our day would never get here.
My phone rang and I pulled it out of my pocket. My lips tilted up when I saw Jagger’s name and face on the screen, but I ignored the call. Putting my phone back in my pocket, I kept my other hand firmly wrapped around Janie’s and walked over to where the rest of the bridesmaids were. My aunts and grandma had gathered around the gazebo-debating duo, and were helping them with the pros and cons.
“So what are we going to do tonight?” I asked, hoping to get some kind of information about the bachelorette party.
“Nice try.” Janie snorted. She started saying something else, but my phone rang again.
Glancing down and seeing Jagger again, I thought about answering it for a few seconds before huffing out a soft laugh and ignoring the call a second time. I knew why he was calling. He was bored out of his mind and wanted me to save him from the golf day Ben and all the guys were having before the bachelor party. Normally I would have saved him from the torture of golfing, but today was about Ben. If he wanted to go golfing with all his guys, then Jagger just had to suck it up for his best friend.
Almost immediately after ignoring the call, I got a text from him.
Jagger: Answer the goddamn phone Grey!
My head jerked back when the phone in my hands began ringing just as soon as I’d read the message, and all I could do was stare at it for a few seconds. A feeling of dread and unease formed in my chest, quickly unfurling and spreading through my arms and stomach.
