Saturday, May 18, 2013

Cookies and Lemonade (part 11)


Crystal looked down the aisle and saw him, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
James was the boy she grew up with. The boy she despised for years. The boy who always wore that light tan Stetson. The boy who gave her the cat she always wanted as a peace offering. He was the boy who wooed her over a plate of Nana Mae’s famous cookies. Somewhere along the way he became her best friend. He was the boy who slowly stole her heart. And now he was hers forever. To have and to hold, for better or worse. 

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