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she’d felt forced upon her by circumstances outside her control. Sometimes she wondered if she could ever forgive him for making the decisions that had altered the course of her life and their son’s.
She swiped at her damp cheeks with the back of her hand. If he learned about Adam… Well, she didn’t think she could bear his disappointment in her…and worse, the hatred in his eyes she was sure would be there. Would he love Adam enough to want to raise him, or would Mitch hate her enough to try to take Adam from her?
It didn’t matter. No one, not even Adam’s father, would ever come between her and her son.
Chapter Four
Not every woman could pull off wearing a dress the color of a bruised face after a good bar fight. Olivia could and had. The strands of her blonde hair shimmered under the lights. Her eyes sparkled as reception guests made toast after toast to the newlyweds. Some women secretly resented when friends got married, jealous the friend had found love when they hadn’t. Olivia’s face displayed only genuine joy for her friends.
Mitch hadn’t had an opportunity to talk to her before the wedding, but when she’d started down the aisle during the procession, his heart had pounded against his chest like a bull trying to get to a heifer. Her gaze had captured his the minute she’d started her walk and never let go. He could have looked away, broken off the connection, but he didn’t. The closer she came, the tighter the knot in his gut had clenched until he wondered if his face reflected the pain. God, she was beautiful. While she might not admit it aloud, her actions told him everything he needed to know. She wanted him as much as he desired her.
Mitch would have sworn he didn’t have a jealous bone in his body. However, as Olivia made her way through the reception crowd, greeted and hugged individual guests, he had to resist the urge to rush over, wrap his arm around her shoulder and claim her as his own.
He drained a flute of champagne and exchanged it for a fresh glass from a passing waiter.
“You want to tell me why you’re glaring at the maid of honor,” Tony, one of the other groomsmen, asked.
“I’m not.”
Tony chuckled. “Bullshit. You haven’t taken your eyes off her since she walked into the rehearsal last night. And what was with that rehearsal kiss? Wes suggested someone throw a bucket of water on the two of you.”
Mitch arched one eyebrow. “Someone needed to show Wes how to do it.”
Tony hooted. “She’s one hell of a woman, isn’t she?”
“Emily? Yes, she is. Wes is one lucky bastard.”
Tony playfully slugged Mitch’s arm. “Not Emily, but yeah, she’s great too. Olivia. Wes’s been trying to fix us up for the last month or so. Wanted me to escort her for the wedding, but I’d already asked someone. That’s going nowhere, so…” He shrugged, snatched a champagne flute off a passing tray and downed it in one long gulp. “I think I’ll give Olivia a call next week.”
Both men looked at the woman under discussion. She stood with the other bride’s attendants holding up flutes in a salute for the photographer. The sweet smile she’d worn during the wedding was gone, replaced with a broad and wide grin that lit up her face. She threw her head back in a laugh and the sound carried across the large reception hall.
Mitch sat his glass on the nearest table and looked at Tony. “No, I don’t think you’ll be calling her next week.”
Tony laughed. “Man, you’re hundreds of miles away. Me? I’m right here in Dallas. Which one of us stands the best chance of seeing Olivia next weekend?”
Mitch walked off with Tony’s laughter still ringing in his ears.
“Mitch.” A large woman dressed in blue grabbed his arm. “I’m Teresa Miller, Emily’s mother.”
Mitch shook the hand she offered. “Yes, I know, Dr. Miller. It was a lovely wedding.”
He took a step back to move on, but Dr. Miller insisted on regaling him with stories of growing up on
She swiped at her damp cheeks with the back of her hand. If he learned about Adam… Well, she didn’t think she could bear his disappointment in her…and worse, the hatred in his eyes she was sure would be there. Would he love Adam enough to want to raise him, or would Mitch hate her enough to try to take Adam from her?
It didn’t matter. No one, not even Adam’s father, would ever come between her and her son.
Chapter Four
Not every woman could pull off wearing a dress the color of a bruised face after a good bar fight. Olivia could and had. The strands of her blonde hair shimmered under the lights. Her eyes sparkled as reception guests made toast after toast to the newlyweds. Some women secretly resented when friends got married, jealous the friend had found love when they hadn’t. Olivia’s face displayed only genuine joy for her friends.
Mitch hadn’t had an opportunity to talk to her before the wedding, but when she’d started down the aisle during the procession, his heart had pounded against his chest like a bull trying to get to a heifer. Her gaze had captured his the minute she’d started her walk and never let go. He could have looked away, broken off the connection, but he didn’t. The closer she came, the tighter the knot in his gut had clenched until he wondered if his face reflected the pain. God, she was beautiful. While she might not admit it aloud, her actions told him everything he needed to know. She wanted him as much as he desired her.
Mitch would have sworn he didn’t have a jealous bone in his body. However, as Olivia made her way through the reception crowd, greeted and hugged individual guests, he had to resist the urge to rush over, wrap his arm around her shoulder and claim her as his own.
He drained a flute of champagne and exchanged it for a fresh glass from a passing waiter.
“You want to tell me why you’re glaring at the maid of honor,” Tony, one of the other groomsmen, asked.
“I’m not.”
Tony chuckled. “Bullshit. You haven’t taken your eyes off her since she walked into the rehearsal last night. And what was with that rehearsal kiss? Wes suggested someone throw a bucket of water on the two of you.”
Mitch arched one eyebrow. “Someone needed to show Wes how to do it.”
Tony hooted. “She’s one hell of a woman, isn’t she?”
“Emily? Yes, she is. Wes is one lucky bastard.”
Tony playfully slugged Mitch’s arm. “Not Emily, but yeah, she’s great too. Olivia. Wes’s been trying to fix us up for the last month or so. Wanted me to escort her for the wedding, but I’d already asked someone. That’s going nowhere, so…” He shrugged, snatched a champagne flute off a passing tray and downed it in one long gulp. “I think I’ll give Olivia a call next week.”
Both men looked at the woman under discussion. She stood with the other bride’s attendants holding up flutes in a salute for the photographer. The sweet smile she’d worn during the wedding was gone, replaced with a broad and wide grin that lit up her face. She threw her head back in a laugh and the sound carried across the large reception hall.
Mitch sat his glass on the nearest table and looked at Tony. “No, I don’t think you’ll be calling her next week.”
Tony laughed. “Man, you’re hundreds of miles away. Me? I’m right here in Dallas. Which one of us stands the best chance of seeing Olivia next weekend?”
Mitch walked off with Tony’s laughter still ringing in his ears.
“Mitch.” A large woman dressed in blue grabbed his arm. “I’m Teresa Miller, Emily’s mother.”
Mitch shook the hand she offered. “Yes, I know, Dr. Miller. It was a lovely wedding.”
He took a step back to move on, but Dr. Miller insisted on regaling him with stories of growing up on
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