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Table of Contents
Title Page
Dedication
One-RACHEL
Two-DEREK
Three-RACHEL
Four-DEREK
FIve-RACHEL
Six-DEREK
Seven-RACHEL
Eight-DEREK
Nine-RACHEL
Ten-DEREK
Eleven-RACHEL
Twelve-DEREK
Thirteen-RACHEL
Fourteen-DEREK
Fifteen-RACHEL
Sixteen-DEREK
Seventeen-RACHEL
Eughteen-DEREK
Nineteen-RACHEL
Twenty-DEREK
Epilogue-RACHEL
About the Author
Then Comes Marriage
Copyright © 2016 by Emily Goodwin
Photography by Kelsey Keeton
Cover Design and Formatting by Black Ink
Editing by Lindsay at Contagious Edits
Proofreading by Jessica Meigs
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any
manner whatsoever without the written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief
quotations in a book review.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the
products of the author ’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual
persons, living or dead, or actual events or places is purely coincidental.
In memory of Mystery:
He gave me the wings I lacked.
Chapter One
Rachel
“Rachel, he’s doing it again.”
I sigh and look across the nurses’ station at Stephanie. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. And Gina is watching.”
“Of course she is.”
“What should I do?” the nurse’s aide asks.
“Telling him he’s going to go blind if he doesn’t stop won’t help, so get Gina. I’ll handle the rest.”
I plant my feet on the ground and push off, sending the rolling chair sliding away from the computer.
So much for getting my charting done early. This just adds to it. I put on a smile, saying the mantra of
the night (I love being a nurse…I love being a nurse) over and over in my head. And I do love being a
nurse most times.
Most times.
But right now, after my third double in a row…not so much.
“Eugene,” I say, not phased at all by the sight of the eighty-year old man standing at the end of the
dim hall, hands down his pants just going to town. I only have a few years experience under my belt
but man, I’ve seen it all. “Remember what we talked about?” I slow, hoping he’ll stop once he sees me.
“It’s not appropriate to masturbate in the hallway.” I blink, shaking my head at the words I just said out
loud. Sadly, it isn’t the first time, and I’m sure won’t be the last. I motion for him to follow me.
“Come on, let’s go to your room.”
The old man gives me a blank stare but eventually removes his hand from his pants and follows
me.
“That’s my boyfriend,” Gina tells me as I pass by the living room. Stephanie is scrambling to put
on a movie and keep her occupied.
“No, he’s not. He has a wife,” I remind her.
“Well, where is she?” Gina cocks an eyebrow and puts a hand on her hip. It takes effort not to
laugh. I shake my head, knowing explaining that both her and Eugene are on a memory care unit in a
long term care facility is a moot point. She won’t remember anything I say in a few minutes anyway.
Instead, I take her hand and lead her into the living room. We sit on the couch together and I ask her
about her children. It’s like a whole new person is talking to me, and her face lights up when she tells
me about her son Drew getting a medal from being in the army. We chat for a while before I retreat
back to the nurses’ station to work on my charting while I can.
When seven AM rolls around, I’ve separated Gina and Eugene more times than I can count,
dropped a urine sample on my shoes, and dealt with not one, but two, old lady cat-fights. Who knew
getting the last cup of prune juice could cause such drama? Needless to say, I’m ready for a glass of
wine when I pull into my driveway, regardless of the fact that the sun just came out on this hot,
cloudless day in Dallas, Texas.
Yeah, most people are just getting up to start their day, but things are different when you go into
work at 3 PM and leave after 7 AM the next freaking day. All I want right now is a hot shower, a glass
(or two) of pink Moscato, the couch, and the TV remote. I reach up, hitting the garage door opener
that’s stuck on the visor of my old Ford Escape.
“Seriously?” I mutter when I see a shiny black Camaro parked in my spot. Travis, my fiancé,

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