A Wedding To Remember

She’s already forgotten, but can she forgive?

After a near-fatal crash, Savannah Brand awakens to discover years have been wiped from her memory. What she does recall is her love for husband, Bruce, and their blissful life together. Then Bruce blindsides her with the news that preaccident Savannah had filed for divorce. Savannah can’t believe it; she just wants to return to Sugar Creek Ranch with her husband.

Bruce is hesitant, still reeling from the separation. But his love for Savannah hasn’t wavered, not even during the tragedy that originally divided them—the accidental death of their baby boy. All Bruce ever wanted was Savannah back home, but she doesn’t remember their loss. How can he ever disclose the reason she left, knowing it’ll break her heart all over again?

“I didn’t file for divorce, Savannah. You did.”

Bewildered, she stared into his eyes, seeming to be searching for answers. “I did? Why? Why would I do that?”

“We had a lot of problems we just couldn’t seem to work out,” he told her honestly.

Savannah covered her face with her hands. In a muffled voice, she said, “I just want to go home.”

Bruce moved to her side; sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled her hands down from her face and tugged her gently into his arms so he could comfort her in the only way he knew how. He ran his hand over the back of her hair, the way she always liked him to, and was relieved that instead of drawing away from him, Savannah leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Come home to me, Savannah.” Bruce hugged his wife, his eyes closed.

Savannah broke the embrace and studied his face, looked directly into his eyes again when she asked him, “Do you still love me?”

The cowboy answered firmly and without any hesitation, “Yes, beautiful. Yes, I do.”

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The Brands of Montana: Wrangling their own happily-ever-afters

A Wedding to Remember

Joanna Sims

www.millsandboon.co.uk

JOANNA SIMS is proud to pen contemporary romance for Mills & Boon Cherish. Joanna’s series, The Brands of Montana, features hardworking characters with hometown values. You are cordially invited to join the Brands of Montana as they wrangle their own happily-ever-afters. And, as always, Joanna welcomes you to visit her at her website: www.joannasimsromance.com.

Dedicated to my dear friend Madhu.

An exceptional woman who recently rediscovered romance. I love you.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Extract

Copyright

Chapter One

“Hello?”

It was the middle of the night, but for the last week Bruce Brand had been sleeping lightly, waiting for any news from the hospital. Savannah, his soon-to-be-ex-wife, had been in a coma after a near-fatal car accident.

“She’s awake.” It was Carol, his mother-in-law, on the other end of the call.

Bruce tossed the covers off his body, sat up on the edge of the bed and dropped his head into the palm of his free hand. “Thank God. Jesus—thank God.”

“She’s been asking for you,” Carol added after a pause.

Bruce lifted his head in surprise. “Asking for me?”

“Yes,” Carol confirmed matter-of-factly. “Will you come?”

“I’m on my way.”

Not thinking, just acting, Bruce stood up as he was ending the call. He grabbed his jeans, which were draped over a chair in the corner of the room, and tugged them on. With his jeans pulled up but still unzipped, he pushed the pillows off the chair, sat down and shoved his foot into his boot.

“What’s going on?” Kerri, the woman he’d been dating for the last six months or so, flipped on the light.

“Savannah’s awake.” Bruce rose after his boots were on.

In the yellow glow of the lamp, the nipples of her full, naked breasts peeking through her wavy, sun-bleached blond hair, Kerri wore an expression of disappointment mixed with resignation on her pretty girl-next-door face.

“And she asked for you,” Kerri stated in a monotone as she pulled the sheet up over her breasts and held it in place with her arms pinned to her sides.

Bruce didn’t bother tucking in his T-shirt; he ran his fingers through the front of his silver-laced black hair several times to push it off his forehead before he put his cowboy hat on. He checked to make sure his wallet was in his back pocket, then grabbed the keys to his truck off the top of the dresser.

“I’m sorry. I have to go.” When he leaned in to kiss her on the lips, she turned her head so her mouth was just out of reach.

Bruce straightened; he understood Kerri well enough to know that this was the beginning of a fight they were going to have later.

Kerri looked up at him, and he genuinely regretted the raw hurt he could easily read in her eyes.

“If this hadn’t happened,” Kerri reminded him, “you’d already be divorced.”

She was right about that. He’d spent the last two years paying for his lawyer to fight with Savannah’s lawyer. He’d received the final draft of the divorce agreement a couple of days before the accident. For now, the divorce was on hold. And, even though they hadn’t lived as man and wife for years, legally he was Savannah’s husband.