She’d noted the time on the giant digital clock hanging on the wall to her right without breaking eye contact with the man. They’d been going round and round for the past thirty minutes and getting nowhere fast. It had been a mistake for her to come right down here so soon on the heels of dealing...
Why was he nervous? He had no reason for butterflies to be assaulting his stomach quite the way they were. And then he saw her. The bride. Stunning, in a white gown with something he’d overheard her call an empire waist, she smiled at him. And just like that, the butterflies and bowtie were forgo...