Jen_C’s Reviews > Second Chance Bride > Status Update

And no details on where they will live, how they plan to make a marriage work living in 2 different countries? Yet all the details of the background characters are wrapped up. Grrr.

Seriously?? Gonna leave me hanging about what happened to Mitch's sister? Did I miss it?

He was worried about her. She seemed on edge tonight, as if the failed wedding had knocked the stuffing out of her. Maybe given Kristelle’s verbal attack, it was no wonder she was flat. Or maybe she was just feeling like she didn’t have to pretend any more. She probably couldn’t wait to get home. At least he’d be able to let her know how long she’d have to wait before a flight out.

Kristelle paused. “It should have been lucky Mitch, as it happens, but I’ll settle. Meanwhile, we all know Mitch can do a whole lot better than you. And he will, because he’s not going to marry you, you know. If he wouldn’t marry me, he’s hardly going to stoop to marrying trailer trash like you.”

“You’re funny! First of all you’re outraged at the thought I might be secretly planning on marrying you, and then you sound insulted when I tell you I’m not. It’s the gown I was going to wear to marry Travis. I brought it all the way from Marietta, Montana to marry that jerkball of a cheating husband in.”

"What's your second name.”
“Buck.”
“What?”
“Buck. Scarlett Buck. Have you got a problem with that?”
“Buck? No, no,” he said shaking his head to whomever was on the phone. “I said Buck. B-U-C-K. B. For brandy. Not—” he laughed. “Yeah, not that.”

He wasn’t interested in commitment & if he wasn’t mistaken, she had a hankering to get home. She could still be his temporary cowgirl—only for a few days instead of the few hours he’d imagined. It could work. Hell, it would be worth turning up with Scarlett on his arm just to see the look on Kristelle’s face.

It wasn’t exactly an escort agency either... It was a house of ill repute. A bordello. A brothel. And maybe it was a legal brothel, but it was still a brothel. She swallowed, despairing of both desperate times and desperate measures and of being forced to make such a choice.