When Jayne Met Erik

I, Jayne Pembroke, must have been out of my mind. Erik Randolph, Youngsville's most eligible playboy, had walked into the store where I worked, chosen a ring for his future bride-and then proceeded to ask me to marry him. And although I knew our marriage would be based more on terms of a will than love at first sight, my heart beat at an unfamiliar pace the moment I uttered "I do." Because it's not every day you get to walk down the aisle-or fall in love with your very own husband. I, Jayne Pembroke, must have been out of my mind. Erik Randolph, Youngsville' s most eligible playboy, had walked into the store where I worked, chosen a ring for his future bride- and then proceeded to ask me to marry him. And although I knew our marriage would be based more on terms of a will than love at first sight, my heart beat at an unfamiliar pace the moment I uttered " I do." Because it' s not every day you get to walk down the aisle- or fall in love with your very own husband