Endlessly Beautiful (Beautiful #1.3) by Jamie McGuire Read Free Book Online Page A

c’mon. Look at you. Of course he did.”
    I looked down at my less-than-special plaid flannel shirt and olive green vest, skinny jeans and tall, brown boots. My hair was flat and damp. I couldn’t remember if I’d bothered to put on makeup before leaving the apartment or not. I looked around, noticing people’s lingering, curious stares.
    Someone whistled, and I turned, watching the sea of students part to reveal Travis walking toward me. He was strutting down the center of the walkway, his hands in his jeans pockets, and wearing a gray beanie, a Ramones T-shirt under an open button down, and his black leather boots just for that extra, Don’t fuck with me, I’ll end you. Even with a wedding ring on his finger, the co-eds stopped to stare. Travis was beautiful, still oozing his sex and charm whether he meant to or not. One side of his mouth turned up, his right brow lifted the tiniest bit, and I swallowed, feeling butterflies in my stomach.
    He stopped in front of me, staring at me with the same look on his face as when the officiant in Vegas said man and wife. Travis didn’t even have to say he loved me—I could see it in the way he looked at me, the way he moved, hear it in the way he spoke—even if what he was saying had nothing to do with me.
    He breathed out a laugh, noticing my expression. “What is going on in that head of yours?”
    I shook my head and threw my arms around his neck.
    “Pidge, what is it? Is everything okay? Are you okay?”
    “I’m good,” I said softly, pressing my cheek against his. Feeling his whiskers against my face was comforting, as was the smell of his cologne. “I just …” I let him go and shrugged. “I love you.”
    He stared at me for a moment, a grin spreading across his face. “Hearing you say that will never get old.” He reached out his hand, and he led me to the parking lot.
    If people weren’t staring, they were pretending not to stare until we passed. I could feel curious eyes ogling the back of my head, and hear the whispers about the fire, the wedding, and just the fact that Travis and I were walking together after the big scandalous breakup only a tiny campus like Eastern would bother to care about.
    Travis cut across the grass, his boots squishing in the wet mud. I hopped over puddles and ruts, glad when my husband finally swooped me up into his arms and carried me without being asked. I laced my fingers behind his neck, unable to stop smiling at the sight of Travis being unable to stop smiling.
    “What are you so happy about?” I asked.
    “You.”
    “No. It’s something else. What have you been up to today? Did you get good news?”
    He lowered me to the asphalt next to our car, and dug into his pocket for the keys. He handed them to me. “Your turn to drive.”
    “Me? No,” I said, shaking my head.
    He snorted. “Pigeon. You’ve gotta learn sometime.”
    “I know how to drive. I just don’t like to.”
    “What if I’m at work and you need to get somewhere?” He opened the driver’s side door and gestured for me to get in.
    I pushed the door closed. “Then I’ll drive. But you’re not at work, you’re … hey. Did you find a job?”
    “Not yet. I called a guy. I don’t think it’s going to work out, though.”
    The mist turned into droplets that grew louder with every passing second.
    “Why not?” I asked.
    Travis opened the door again. “Get in the car, Pidge. It’s pouring.” My brow arched, and he sighed. “They’re hiring at Iron E.”
    “You like that place, don’t you?” I asked.
    “Baby, get in the fucking car. You’re already soaked.”
    I started to walk toward the front, but he reached for my arm to stop me.
    “I’m not driving in the rain, Trav. C’mon. I’ll drive tomorrow.”
    He frowned. “Fine.” He slid in behind the wheel and leaned over, pulling on the lever and pushing open my door while I jogged around, ducking into the passenger’s seat.
    I scrambled to turn the heater on high, and then Travis