Page 1 of With You Forever

Lacey Sutton hums a tune and wipes at the steam fogging the bathroom mirror. Her bright pink engagement ring sparkles in the overhead light. Long strands of golden hair pool around her slender shoulders. She tightens the fuzzy robe around her waist and smiles back at herself. Back at the endless world of possibilities and happiness she’s made for herself these last ten months.

Ever since she moved to Nashville, Lacey’s kept her promise to herself to live every day to the fullest. She went on tour with Seth. Lived on a bus for six weeks with Sal and the Brothers Kincaid. Took a breath and took a risk and opened up her own event planning agency, Love Lacey Events.

It was terrifying taking the leap to go solo, but she’s worked her butt off. She used all the money she had in savings and took out loans for a minuscule office space in East Nashville. And with Colin Cane still one of her elite clients and Seth talking her up in his music industry circles, Lacey’s slowly made a name for herself around Music City.

Back in LA, she never would have taken this type of risk. Fear and doubt would have ruled. But not here. Not with all she’s gone through this last year. Not with the strength she discovered inside herself. And especially not with Seth by her side. Always right by her side, singing her praises, helping her out. Bolstering her with his strength, his belief in her.

Thanks to him, her tightly wound life has been shook up in the best kind of way.

No barking bosses jumping down her throat, no sad apartment with broken locks, no missed vacations.

She has time for a life—her life.

Here, in Nashville, she has it all. An amazing sister, devoted friends, a wonderful job, and soon—her dream wedding to her forever soulmate. She doesn’t know how she got this lucky.

Lacey fingers the gold locket at her throat. Would her mom be proud of her? The thought flips her stomach over. She hopes so. One thing she knows for sure, she would love Seth.

Eyes misty, Lacey adjusts the towel and exits the bathroom.

Clothes. She needs clothes. She needs to get her to-do list in order.

She needs to plan a wedding.

Now that the tour and Vegas are out of the way, Lacey’s main priority is putting the finishing touches on her wedding. TheStar’s dubbed it the party of the century and she happens to agree with them, even though she’d never tell Seth. She knows she’s taking forever to plan it, but that’s because she wants it perfect. Especially for Seth. Whiskey. Music. Plaid shirts. Family.

Just the kind of things Seth likes.

Besides, the social crime of the highest order would be an event planner having a very unplanned wedding.

No, it has to be perfect.

Starting with the guest list. It’s out of control. There’s over three hundred people and it needs to be culled before the invitations go out.

Lacey groans and shakes her head, checklists running through her mind. Despite living with her easygoing country singer, she’s still type A at heart.

After a quick change into a silk skirt and an off-the-shoulder sweater, she grabs up a stack of wedding magazines, turns, and runs smack-dab into a wall of muscle in the doorway.

“Ugh, you,” she says and then looks up into eyes of ocean blue. Seth’s dressed in faded blue jeans and the black Henley she loves. With his tousled sandy-blond hair and sparkling blue eyes, Seth looks so damn country, tan and tall, he’s got her mouth watering. Instantly, her stomach curls as she inhales his familiar scent, warm wood and black coffee.

Smirking, he stares down at her. “You in a hurry, princess?” he asks, smoothing a broad palm over the curve of her bare shoulder.

“Don’t.” She waves a finger. “Do not look at me like that.”

“Like what?” An arch of a mischievous brow. The look on Seth’s handsome face is full of wild desire. A tug on the waistband of her skirt. “Like you look too damn good? Like you’re lookin’ late for work, Lace?”

She groan-laughs. Rolls her eyes at his all-the-time charm. “Stop.” She palms the front of Seth’s chest to control herself. “I cannot be late today.”

“Why not?” He pulls her closer. “You got another handsome country singer to kiss?”

Her body responds to him the way it always does. With betrayal. With sheer lust. Damn him. Damn Seth Kincaid.

The stack of wedding magazines slaps the floor.

Seth’s lips hit hers. Crushing. Soul-quenching. With a whimper, Lacey gives in. Drinks in his sweet kiss. Her tall, handsome country singer that sets her heart on fire. So what if she’s late for work?

If she weren’t infuriatingly in love with him, not to mention engaged, she’d say her and Seth living together is a very, very bad idea. Just the simple act of saying hello in the morning ends in a frantic make-out session and a trashed apartment.

If this is what they’re like engaged, the honeymoon doesn’t know what it’s in for.

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