Whoa! I Married a Mountain Man! : a BBW Romance (Wedded Curves Book 1)

Always the bridesmaid and never the bride.

It’'s something I’햝 resigned myself to.

Fourteen dresses, three caught bouquets and counting.

I thought I was doomed to live my life alone.

Then he came along.

Gavin ‘Bear’ Warren.

I stand across from him at the altar, an imposing man, big like his name, but quiet and reclusive by nature.

He’'s the best man to my maid of honor.

Our eyes meet.

I think I see a smile, maybe some interest in his eyes.

He doesn’t want to dance, but I convince him.

I don’t want to stay past dinner, but he convinces me.

Then we start drinking.

I remember laughing.

I remember talking.

I even remember going for a long walk together.

What I don’t remember is saying ‘I do’.

Somehow, I’m the bride, married to a man—a mountain man—I just met.

What do I do now?