Take Three (The Jilted Bride #2)(73)

“I can’t kiss you yet,” he pulled me to my feet. “The setting’s not right.”

“WHAT!”

“You wouldn’t believe that I really cared about you, that I really loved you if I kissed you right now,” he smirked.

“What the hell are you talking about Ethan? I do believe you! Now kiss me damnit! Kiss me right now!”

“Nope,” he walked over to another group of trees, tugging my hand, ignoring my profanity-laced rant.

“Ethan, I would really like a goddamn kiss. There. I finally begged for one. Happy? Now kiss me please…”

He stopped walking and pulled me into his arms. He pulled a small black box out of his hand and pressed a button.

“I think this is what’ll make you believe me,” he smiled and I felt what seemed like droplets of rain falling over us.

I looked up and saw what appeared to be one of the multi-million dollar rain machines we used on movie sets.

“You’ve got to be kidding me...” I shook my head. “Really Ethan? Why would you—”

“Someone once told me that if there’s no rain, it’s not meant to be and the promises the guy made to the girl don’t mean anything. I didn’t want to give you the wrong impression,” he held my face in his hands and kissed me like it was last time we’d ever see each other.

I pulled away to catch my breath, “Someone once told me that the kiss in the rain was a horrible cliché.”

“Oh it still is,” he laughed and pulled me back. “But my fiancée loves it so it doesn’t matter.”