Half Empty (First Wives, #2)(97)
“Now get off my stage, woman. I have to pay for that ring,” he teased.
Again, the crowd laughed.
Trina was surrounded by her friends, and Jeb had acquired two more bulky guards to stand by.
Wade stood there for a second before turning to his band. “Hot damn, I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
And then he sang.
And it was Trina who felt like the luckiest person alive.
She lifted her phone to take a picture of her fiancé and saw a text image.
When she opened it, it was a picture taken only seconds before, from several rows back.
It was from Sasha.
Congratulations.
Instead of turning around to find her, Trina sent her reply. Thank you.
She had more than one guardian angel looking over her shoulder. Two had halos and one wore spandex.
Acknowledgments It’s that time again, time for me to pause and think of all the people who helped me reach the words The End in this book.
As always, Jane Dystel, you never struggle for the right words needed for encouragement. Thank you and your entire team for helping me reach my dreams.
Thanks to everyone at Montlake for seeing the big picture and giving me the creative elbow room I need to write the best book in me each and every time.
Thank you, Maria, for taking me on and making the transition of staffing changes seamless.
Kelli, my steadfast editor . . . you know how much I love you. Thank you for helping me make my books rock.
Now back to Ellen Steinberg . . .
I’m writing this dedication and acknowledgment as I sit in my new home overlooking the Pacific Ocean off the coast of San Diego. I was looking for a real estate agent and somehow gained a friend. Thank you for your patience in finding the perfect home for me to write the next few chapters of my life. I look forward to sharing lots of sunsets and bottles of bubbly on my deck. Thanks for all the coaching in those pesky Russian words that shouldn’t be repeated in polite company.
You’re an unexpected blessing in my life, Ellen.
Here’s to many years of friendship.
Cheers,
Catherine