Nomi reached over and shut her alarm off. A bright beautiful day laid a head. And a wedding to go to. Today her last best friend, Carol was getting married. Three years ago Ella got married, and Nomi had been a bridesmaid. Six months later June married and she was her matron of honor. Seven months later Beth Anne got married and Nomi had been a bridesmaid. Today she would be a matron of honor. Never a bride.
“Lord, am I going to grow old to be an Old Maid?” Nomi asked as she slung her tanned legs off the bed.
There was this one gentleman, Greg Miller who attended each wedding too! He was the best man or groomsman. Nomi mentally thought. He would be the best man today. The same sequence as her. She couldn’t wait to feel his body up close and personal again.
Greg didn’t wear a wedding band. “But that doesn’t mean he’s not involved with someone,” Nomi reasoned with herself.
Dressed in her lilac dress jealousy squeezed her emotions. All her friends married. She wouldn’t cry for herself. Self pity was a waste of time. Besides today she would see Greg Miller.
Carol and Matt spoke their vows on the sandy beach. Under an immense white tent.
The bride and groom greeted their family and friends. And all Nomi could do was fantasize about Greg Miller. The minute she had slipped her arm through his. He had escorted her down the beach to the reception. With the melody of the ocean waves mingling with the Violinist made the moment breathtaking.
“Earth to Nomi,” Ella said, waving her hand.
“Girl, you were a million miles away,” Beth Anne said as she sipped her punch.
June ran her hand down her Lilac dress. “What are you thinking about?”
Nomi’s gaze found Greg’s. His blue eyes hypnotized her in a fantasy of yearning. Flustered, she forced herself to gaze elsewhere, but not before he smiled. Ripples of passion made her heart flutter.
“Does she need to cool off?” Ella asked.
Nomi found her voice. “I am fine. Go dance with your husbands.” She watched as her friends danced with the love of their lives.
Tears burned her eyelids. A person approached, and there stood Greg Miller. Nomi’s pulse quickened as he pulled out a chair. Excitement squelched in her throat. The wind blew the curls in his hair, causing her to grin. She tried not to prolong looking at him; it made her giddy. All the eligible women knew that Greg Miller was perfection.
“What’s the secret behind those eyes?” He asked as he placed his warm hand on top of hers
Nomi couldn’t tear her gaze from his deep dimples. “What do you mean?” She pressed her hand against her chest hoping to steady her breathing. Deciding to play along she leaned toward him. “What’s the mystery behind your thoughts?”
The sound of seagulls floated between them. A torrent of desire washed over him. Hungry to hold Nomi in his arms Greg stifled a moan. “You first.”
Gathering her thoughts on the question Nomi realized how lonely she was. “I’m just tired of always being a bride’s maid or maid of honor.” Nomi savored the smell of His cologne. A familiar exultant sultry sensation awakened every emotion in her body.
Greg needed to suppress his yearning. To reassure himself that Nomi was really there he took her hand. “I’m tired of being a groomsman or best man too.” A gentle breeze blew relieving the smothering heat rising in his cheeks. Reaching for her hand again he pulled her to her feet. “Shall we dance?”
The unexpected way he held her made fireworks spark a deeper eagerness. She wanted to get to know Greg Miller. Nomi pursed her lips and allowed herself to enjoy the moment.
Rivulets of waves crashing on the beach and the sound of Nomi’s heart beat added to the ambience. “The best thing about these weddings is…….” Greg hesitated.
Slowly he regained control. “You.” His heart stuttered in his chest.
Astonished, Nomi smiled. “I always look forward to seeing you.” Reveling in the caress of his warmth, and company she closed her eyes.
We should have spoken up a long time ago.” Nomi admitted.
“Let’s not think about that. We have forever, if we want it.” Greg spoke with ease and confidence.
“All single men and women gather around,” announced the DJ. “It’s time for the throwing of the bouquet and the garter.”
Nomi and Greg stood with the others. Surprised, she caught the bouquet and Greg the garter. They winked at each other. Maybe a bride and groom are in the making.