Free Accidentally Married on Purpose by Rachel Harris

about his modest upbringing in Opelousas and the amazing things he’d accomplished in the last three years. Critics said he had a unique sound, classic country mixed with a swamp pop flair that they credited as being his daddy’s influence. Another article mentioned him being the captain of the Erato parade and that he was soon to be one of the youngest inductees into the Louisiana Music Hall of Fame. She’d also discovered that her initial assessment had been spot on.
    Tyler was the himbo of country music.
    Judging by the steady stream of women he was photographed with—never the same one twice—he was as big a player as any of her ex-boyfriends. What made it worse was that these women were mind-numbingly gorgeous, every single one. Blonde, ginger, brunette, the full spectrum had been represented—and with her in the mix, Tyler could even add purple-streaked. But the hair wasn’t the only thing that made Sherry stand out like a sore thumb. It was the whole package. The women Tyler had been with in those pictures were glamorous and polished. They wore the right clothes, they stood the right way, and you could just tell they never accidentally dropped an F-bomb in public.
    Sherry glanced down and tugged on her hem. The fabric was scratchy. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d worn a dress. It wasn’t that she was trying to impress Tyler. Hell no, that ship had sailed. He’d made her look like an idiot in front of strangers and was the reason a weird dude had been creeping in her bushes. But until they figured this disaster out, she’d wanted to look the part. It seemed stupid now. The little number she was rocking hit mid-thigh, was angelic-white, and was as far from her usual attire as she could get. An improvement from the photos snapped of her yesterday in ripped jeans and shrunken concert tee. Bra strap, no doubt, exposed.
    A fresh batch of people made their way down the baggage claim escalator, and twinges Sherry hadn’t felt since high school hit her stomach. She smoothed a hand down the back of her hair. She also hadn’t been this nervous about a guy since the night of her ninth grade dance.
    God…that night still nauseated her. It had been the beginning of a new year, and Sherry had just shed a ton of weight. She’d made the school dance team and had been primed and ready to take her place outside of Colby’s shadow. Her date was two years older and a friend of a friend’s from another school. Someone who’d never met the pudgy girl her small town knew, and would hopefully see the new her. As it turned out, she’d thankfully chosen right. Her dating debut had been magical. She received her first kiss and believed she was head over heels in love—that is until the guy came over a week later, got one look at Colby, and decided he wanted to be just friends. By the time the loser realized sisters stuck together, the damage had already been done. In more ways than one.
    When the crowd broke and Tyler was still a no-show, Sherry’s shoulders slumped. Was his plane delayed? Had he changed flights and forgot to tell her? That type of thing certainly fit the Blue she’d imagined originally…but not so much the man she’d gotten to know in Vegas. Deciding she’d give it another ten minutes, she walked over to the Starbucks stand. Times like these may not require caffeine—she was plenty edgy enough—but lemon pound cake was another story.
    As she waited in line, she busied herself on her phone, twirling her hair as she checked for bad weather in Nashville. Nothing from what she could see. She sighed and dropped her phone back in her purse. The guy in front of her moved aside, and she’d finally made it to the front when an unexplained shiver rolled down her spine.
    It was as if her body was attuned to the man. Damn, that was annoying.
    Smiling stiffly at the woman behind the counter, Sherry shook her head and stepped away. She turned around, and there he was. Denim slung low on his hips, that