All Chapters of The Billionaire Groom (The Hudson Brothers Series 3): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

            The present . . .             Beverly Balsom had called her friend and the building’s maintenance man, Chuck, to look at her kitchen sink faucet.            When Chuck started taking the long handle faucet apart, water spurted in his face and on his white tank top. “Argh!” he yelled and dipped down in the floor. He whipped the cabinet door open.            Beverly watched him with a smirk on her face as he turned off the water.            “I thought you said you turned off the water!” He stood up with a frown.            “I thought I

            One week later . . .            Beverly and Isaiah Green walked into the ballroom arm in arm fifteen minutes after six. There had to be over a hundred people in the room. Isaiah’s fade was on point and the black tux fitted his five-foot nine frame well for a rental. Beverly wore a red dress that hugged her thighs and legs all the way to her knees. The straps of the dress went behind her neck. Her cleavage was smashed together and showed through the wide cut. Her shoulder length hair was loosely curled and brushed out. At one time, her hair was short, above her ears. When Selena had gotten engaged to her now husband, she had asked Beverly to let her hair grow out a little for the wedding. Beverly was her matron of honor. Beverly had agreed thinking she would cut it after the wedding. But, she had discovered during her growing out phase that

            One week later . . .             Beverly walked out of the coffee shop. She had to get a jolt of writer’s juice and a bagel before she passed out. She had skipped breakfast. Now she was on her way to Manhattan to interview NFL football player, Nate Fellows of the Philadelphia Eagles. They were going to meet at a restaurant.            Her SUV was in the shop. It had started making a weird sound. She left it with the mechanic for a few hours for him to sort out what it was.She saw a yellow cab parked across the street. She quickly jaywalked to the waiting vehicle that had its sign on. Opening the back door, she started telling the driver where she wanted to go the same time some guy was getting in on the other side talking over her.“Hey,”

            Bruce whipped the Jaguar around the Floyd Bennett hangers. It had been an airport years ago. Then he slowed up as they were heading straight to a hanger that had the doors open and light was coming from it.            Bruce drove in the hanger and he turned the wheel, sliding the car to a screeching halt.            Beverly’s body whipped side to side as the car stopped. She whirled her neck to look at him.            “Well?” he inquired with an eyebrow up.            She be damned if she admit he could drive his ass off. “You’re a cocky bastard,” she stated flatly.          &n

            A week later . . .             Bruce had spent the week at Catherine’s condo and it was a nice experience. In the past, he had spent the night there, but not the whole week before. It was Saturday morning and it was time for him to go home. He walked into the living room carrying his suitcase, a carry-on, and a garment bag. He was about to pick his shirt up off the sofa when Catherine walked in from the bedroom. She walked right to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.            “You don’t have to rush off,” she oozed.            Bruce chuckled. “You’re not sick of me yet?”            “Absolutely