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couldn’t refuse.
Logan held out his elbow to Willow, but she still didn’t move. He frowned. “You okay?”
Haven gave her a light nudge, and Willow stumbled. “Fine,” she practically shouted, then delicately cleared her throat. “I’m fine. Just going through all the details in my head to make sure everything is perfect for Haven and Heath.”
Logan gave her a friendly smile before turning his attention elsewhere. Haven’s heart sank as she watched them walk outside. Her little friend wasn’t even on his radar.
“You shouldn’t look so sad on your wedding day,” Luke said as the music changed.
“I’m not sad for me,” she said, then wanted to slap her hand over her mouth.
“He’ll find out sooner or later. His girlfriend isn’t even here.” Luke took her by the arm. “She made up some stupid excuse about driving from Virginia in the middle of the week being too much for her.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. Luke had no clue she meant Willow’s unrequited feelings. “Let’s hope for his sake, that he finds out sooner rather than later.”
Luke gazed at her. “I’m glad you and Heath worked out things. I never thought he’d get over… the one who broke his heart.”
“First loves are hard to get over,” she said. In fact, she’d never gotten over hers, and worse, he never even knew she felt that way about him.
As if reading her mind, Luke nodded and said, “Sometimes, you never get over them.”
*
Heath led Haven out onto the dance floor for their first dance as a married couple. He almost laughed at the thought.
This was their first dance ever , much less as a couple.
She practically shimmered under the twinkling lights. Her light pink hair was swept up in an intricate style that suited her. The gown she wore was sleeveless, but the heaters that had been turned on in the tent seemed to be keeping her warm.
She shivered in his arms. “Would you like my coat?”
“No.” Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. “I’m not cold.”
The first notes came over the speakers, and Haven’s eyes widened. “Do you approve?” he asked with a smile.
“It’s my favorite song. How did you…?” She shook her head. “Did Willow pick it?”
He gathered her closer. “No.”
“Then how?”
“That night we talked on the phone—I listened to you.”
A bemused look covered her face. “Oh.”
“Speechless?”
A fine blush covered her skin as she nodded.
Man, she was pretty. He never noticed just how much until now. Her skin was flawless and her eyes…usually they were narrowed so tightly when she looked at him, that he never knew the exact color. Grey with flecks of blue and gold—an unexpected color combination.
Do you see her, Heath? Do you really see her?
“Guess that’s a first for you,” he gently teased, trying like hell to see past the façade Haven presented him with.
“I’m sure you’re hoping it won’t be the last time,” she said, then smashed her lips together.
The reminder of their temporary marriage threatened to dampen his good mood, but he refused to concentrate on that. Instead, he would dance, laugh, eat, drink, and be merry. He would enjoy this time with his family and friends with Haven at his side.
“It won’t be,” he said in a cocky tone of voice sure to get her riled.
“You’re so conceited.”
“Just the way you like it.”
“I don’t like you.”
“Yeah, you do.”
She fought a smile and lost. “I’ll never admit it.”
“Just the fact that I know you do is enough for me.” He spun her around and dipped her.
She laughed, her breasts rising and falling. He wondered what her nipples looked like. How her breasts would feel in his hands. She was most definitely endowed in that department, and he sure as hell had always appreciated that. Even more so the older he’d gotten. When he was younger, he didn’t give a damn as long as they were actual breasts.
But now, with this woman in his arms… the heat of her, the
Logan held out his elbow to Willow, but she still didn’t move. He frowned. “You okay?”
Haven gave her a light nudge, and Willow stumbled. “Fine,” she practically shouted, then delicately cleared her throat. “I’m fine. Just going through all the details in my head to make sure everything is perfect for Haven and Heath.”
Logan gave her a friendly smile before turning his attention elsewhere. Haven’s heart sank as she watched them walk outside. Her little friend wasn’t even on his radar.
“You shouldn’t look so sad on your wedding day,” Luke said as the music changed.
“I’m not sad for me,” she said, then wanted to slap her hand over her mouth.
“He’ll find out sooner or later. His girlfriend isn’t even here.” Luke took her by the arm. “She made up some stupid excuse about driving from Virginia in the middle of the week being too much for her.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. Luke had no clue she meant Willow’s unrequited feelings. “Let’s hope for his sake, that he finds out sooner rather than later.”
Luke gazed at her. “I’m glad you and Heath worked out things. I never thought he’d get over… the one who broke his heart.”
“First loves are hard to get over,” she said. In fact, she’d never gotten over hers, and worse, he never even knew she felt that way about him.
As if reading her mind, Luke nodded and said, “Sometimes, you never get over them.”
*
Heath led Haven out onto the dance floor for their first dance as a married couple. He almost laughed at the thought.
This was their first dance ever , much less as a couple.
She practically shimmered under the twinkling lights. Her light pink hair was swept up in an intricate style that suited her. The gown she wore was sleeveless, but the heaters that had been turned on in the tent seemed to be keeping her warm.
She shivered in his arms. “Would you like my coat?”
“No.” Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. “I’m not cold.”
The first notes came over the speakers, and Haven’s eyes widened. “Do you approve?” he asked with a smile.
“It’s my favorite song. How did you…?” She shook her head. “Did Willow pick it?”
He gathered her closer. “No.”
“Then how?”
“That night we talked on the phone—I listened to you.”
A bemused look covered her face. “Oh.”
“Speechless?”
A fine blush covered her skin as she nodded.
Man, she was pretty. He never noticed just how much until now. Her skin was flawless and her eyes…usually they were narrowed so tightly when she looked at him, that he never knew the exact color. Grey with flecks of blue and gold—an unexpected color combination.
Do you see her, Heath? Do you really see her?
“Guess that’s a first for you,” he gently teased, trying like hell to see past the façade Haven presented him with.
“I’m sure you’re hoping it won’t be the last time,” she said, then smashed her lips together.
The reminder of their temporary marriage threatened to dampen his good mood, but he refused to concentrate on that. Instead, he would dance, laugh, eat, drink, and be merry. He would enjoy this time with his family and friends with Haven at his side.
“It won’t be,” he said in a cocky tone of voice sure to get her riled.
“You’re so conceited.”
“Just the way you like it.”
“I don’t like you.”
“Yeah, you do.”
She fought a smile and lost. “I’ll never admit it.”
“Just the fact that I know you do is enough for me.” He spun her around and dipped her.
She laughed, her breasts rising and falling. He wondered what her nipples looked like. How her breasts would feel in his hands. She was most definitely endowed in that department, and he sure as hell had always appreciated that. Even more so the older he’d gotten. When he was younger, he didn’t give a damn as long as they were actual breasts.
But now, with this woman in his arms… the heat of her, the
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