Trust (Blind Vows #1) by J. M. Witt Read Free Book Online

no way of knowing if I was going to get that with my match.  I mean, they knew that those things were important to me, but it was no guarantee that my match would evoke those qualities.
    A knock came at my door.  Opening the door, I was relieved to see Stacey and Jaime.  They took in my appearance and frazzled state and ushered me to sit, each flanking me.
    “Honey, what’s wrong?” 
    “I, it’s just, here.”  I replayed the song for them and we sat and listened.  “What am I doing?”  I was on the verge of hyperventilating as they tried soothing me.
    “Lucy, if you don’t want to do this, just say the word.”  Jaime was rubbing my arm and I saw Stacey’s reaction to the statement. 
    “No.  Lucy, I know you.  You want this and yes, it’s not conventional, but it’s you.  You’ll make this work and so will he.  I mean, come on!  Look at you.”  I grimaced at her, knowing at that exact moment I was a train wreck.  “Ok, don’t look at you, but you’re amazing, beautiful, funny, kind.  I’d do you!”  We laughed at that.  “He’ll treasure you and you’ll treasure him.  If he doesn’t, he’ll deal with me.”
    Jaime chimed back in, “and me!”
    “I’m so scared.  What if he’s fugly?”  I tried smiling and their laughter was contagious.  “Or horrible in bed or only wants head?”
    “Well, if he’s got a nice dick then give the man some head!”
    Jaime snorted as I laughed in response to Stacey’s remark.  “Oh, my God!  I lived without orgasms for over a year dating Randy.  I can’t do that again.”
    Chuckling, Stacey replied, “Well, his name should have warned you.  He was a ‘Randy’ boy and wasn’t concerned with your well-being, just getting himself off.”
    I shook my head at her, smiling.  I covered my face with my hands and groaned.  “Who does this?  I mean, if he’s doing this as a means to find a wife…”
    There was another knock at the door and Stacey got up to answer it.  If it was my mom, she was early.  I recognized the secretary from all of my appointments with the panel that interviewed me.  Waving her in, I removed my towel and threw it into the bathroom.  She handed me a small box and a card.

 
     
     
    ~ Chapter 8 ~
     
     
    “What’s this?”  Smiling, she insisted that I open it.  Sitting back down, I opened the card.  With a shaky breath, my eyes skimmed over the writing.  The words were sweet and had me crying all over again.
    “Read the damn card!”  Jaime was eager to know what it said and so was Stacey.
     
    To my future wife,
     
    Thank you for taking a chance. If you’ve gotten half the grief I have, I can only imagine how nervous you are. I can’t help but think about you walking the same city streets as me, wondering if we’ve already met. Like ships passing in the night, I’ve been looking for you and know that you’ve been looking for me, too. Now I’ve found you. From this day on I will be your anchor, the one you can always depend on. If the sea of life gets rough, know you can turn to me. I hope you will be the same for me…
    My anchor.
     
    I can’t wait to begin this new journey with YOU.
     
    ~ See you at the altar…
    Your future husband
     
     
    Jaime sniffled, “Oh, God.  He’s so sweet.”  I was crying and Stacey was on the verge.
    I opened the small box that accompanied the card and opened it up.  Gasping, I pulled out a necklace with a silver anchor charm.  “It’s beautiful.”  We were looking it over when the receptionist went to leave.  “Wait!  I have a gift for him, too.”
    I got up and walked to the dresser.  Placing the box and the card in her hands, I said, “Make sure he gets this.”  She nodded and left.
    Stacey asked, “What’d you get him?”
    “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
    “Alright.  So, you’re good?  Cuz I’m ready to celebrate!”
    “Yes, I’m good.”
    “Alright.  Turn that depressing shit off.  I have a song of my own I