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wife,” the minister announced.
Kyle blinked.
The ceremony was over? He hadn’t heard a word of it.
Puzzling over Sam’s behavior had stolen his attention. If the troubles of last night plagued her, it wasn’t evident. A large grin spread from ear to ear as she hugged Jennifer and then Brad.
“Congratulations.” Kyle slapped Brad on the back, before dragging Jennifer into his arms.
“You and Sam are next,” she whispered in his ear. Jennifer squeezed him tightly before letting go.
He and Sam?
He opened his mouth to ask for an explanation, but a swarm of well-wishers sabotaged him, moving him further back into the crowd. What had she meant? Had she and Sam discussed last night? Had Sam really changed her mind?
Lightheaded, he scanned the yard for Sam, but she was nowhere to be found. The place buzzed with excitement as everyone took a moment to speak with the bride and groom.
“Kyle,” Mary called his name. “It’s picture time. Where is everyone?”
Oh goody . Picture time.
What he really wanted to do was find Sam and talk to her, even though he’d sworn he would leave her alone—let her make the next move. Anxiety prickled his skin. Where was she?
As Jennifer and Brad marched to Mary’s tune, and the photographer snapped one photograph after another, Kyle walked through the crowd. He’d almost given up when Sam’s sweet voice floated up from behind him to caress his ears.
“Kyle?”
Palms sweating, he slowly turned to face her.
Nibbling on her bottom lip, she stepped closer. Apprehension screamed across her terse expression. “We need to talk.”
Kyle swallowed hard. This was it. Sam was ready to talk, which had to mean that last night had meant something to her— he had meant something to her.
“There you are.” Mary broke in between them, grabbing each of their arms and pulling them forward. “It’s picture time.”
Kyle almost groaned his frustration. Fuck the pictures. No way did he want to lose this opportunity. “Mary, please?” The plea in his voice was humiliating but worth it.
The woman glanced from him to her daughter and her eyes misted. “Fifteen minutes.” She hugged Sam, whispering, “Keep those eyes dry.” Releasing her grip, she scurried toward the bride and groom.
Silence stretched between them.
“You wanted to talk?”
Fidgeting with her dress, her fingers gliding along the low neckline, she took in the crowd around them. “Not here.” She didn’t wait for a response, heading off toward a quiet grove of trees where she stopped, her back to him. “I’ve made such a mess out of our lives.” She whirled around, her eyes locking with his.
So much pain swam in those blue depths. Kyle wanted to reach for her, hold her close, but insecurity raised its ugly head and made him pause. He couldn’t stand for her to push him away. Calling on his strength, he shored his shoulders just in case this conversation went south.
“Cathy told me the truth.” A shuddering breath raised her breasts. “She did this to us.”
His forehead furrowed. “I don’t understand.” What had Cathy told Sam? Had what her sister said made a different?
“Cathy wanted out of her wedding.” Sam licked her lips. “George…Cathy—” She hesitated as if she needed time to gather her control. “Oh God, Kyle. Can’t you see?” She rushed on to say, “Cathy used you that night to get out of her wedding. She hated what we had together.”
Anger rose on swift feet. That night had not been an accident? Red-hot fury raced through his veins. The fuckin’ woman had trapped him in a lie. Used him. Destroyed his and Sam’s future.
Every time I close my eyes I see you with her. I don’t want to live with that memory in my head each time I look at you.
Sam’s heartbreaking words from last night echoed through his head. Even innocent, he was guilty. The gravity of the truth was chains wrapped around his heart. His chest hurt.
“Kyle?” Sam laid a hand on his arm. “Do you
Kyle blinked.
The ceremony was over? He hadn’t heard a word of it.
Puzzling over Sam’s behavior had stolen his attention. If the troubles of last night plagued her, it wasn’t evident. A large grin spread from ear to ear as she hugged Jennifer and then Brad.
“Congratulations.” Kyle slapped Brad on the back, before dragging Jennifer into his arms.
“You and Sam are next,” she whispered in his ear. Jennifer squeezed him tightly before letting go.
He and Sam?
He opened his mouth to ask for an explanation, but a swarm of well-wishers sabotaged him, moving him further back into the crowd. What had she meant? Had she and Sam discussed last night? Had Sam really changed her mind?
Lightheaded, he scanned the yard for Sam, but she was nowhere to be found. The place buzzed with excitement as everyone took a moment to speak with the bride and groom.
“Kyle,” Mary called his name. “It’s picture time. Where is everyone?”
Oh goody . Picture time.
What he really wanted to do was find Sam and talk to her, even though he’d sworn he would leave her alone—let her make the next move. Anxiety prickled his skin. Where was she?
As Jennifer and Brad marched to Mary’s tune, and the photographer snapped one photograph after another, Kyle walked through the crowd. He’d almost given up when Sam’s sweet voice floated up from behind him to caress his ears.
“Kyle?”
Palms sweating, he slowly turned to face her.
Nibbling on her bottom lip, she stepped closer. Apprehension screamed across her terse expression. “We need to talk.”
Kyle swallowed hard. This was it. Sam was ready to talk, which had to mean that last night had meant something to her— he had meant something to her.
“There you are.” Mary broke in between them, grabbing each of their arms and pulling them forward. “It’s picture time.”
Kyle almost groaned his frustration. Fuck the pictures. No way did he want to lose this opportunity. “Mary, please?” The plea in his voice was humiliating but worth it.
The woman glanced from him to her daughter and her eyes misted. “Fifteen minutes.” She hugged Sam, whispering, “Keep those eyes dry.” Releasing her grip, she scurried toward the bride and groom.
Silence stretched between them.
“You wanted to talk?”
Fidgeting with her dress, her fingers gliding along the low neckline, she took in the crowd around them. “Not here.” She didn’t wait for a response, heading off toward a quiet grove of trees where she stopped, her back to him. “I’ve made such a mess out of our lives.” She whirled around, her eyes locking with his.
So much pain swam in those blue depths. Kyle wanted to reach for her, hold her close, but insecurity raised its ugly head and made him pause. He couldn’t stand for her to push him away. Calling on his strength, he shored his shoulders just in case this conversation went south.
“Cathy told me the truth.” A shuddering breath raised her breasts. “She did this to us.”
His forehead furrowed. “I don’t understand.” What had Cathy told Sam? Had what her sister said made a different?
“Cathy wanted out of her wedding.” Sam licked her lips. “George…Cathy—” She hesitated as if she needed time to gather her control. “Oh God, Kyle. Can’t you see?” She rushed on to say, “Cathy used you that night to get out of her wedding. She hated what we had together.”
Anger rose on swift feet. That night had not been an accident? Red-hot fury raced through his veins. The fuckin’ woman had trapped him in a lie. Used him. Destroyed his and Sam’s future.
Every time I close my eyes I see you with her. I don’t want to live with that memory in my head each time I look at you.
Sam’s heartbreaking words from last night echoed through his head. Even innocent, he was guilty. The gravity of the truth was chains wrapped around his heart. His chest hurt.
“Kyle?” Sam laid a hand on his arm. “Do you
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