“Nope.” Why would Jonas be nervous about the best day of his life? The second-best day. The very best day was when Lily told him she loved him as much as he loved her, and she had agreed to marry him. Six weeks later, he was sitting at the front of the church, Seth beside him as his best man, with three of Lily’s brothers acting as ushers. Gabriel was giving Lily away, of course, and any minute now, the church doors were going to open and Lily would be standing there, ready to walk down the aisle and become Jonas’s wife. Life didn’t get any better than this. “No, I’m not in the least nervous,” he repeated with absolutely certainty. “You shouldn’t be. Lily is a lovely lady.” Seth squeezed his shoulder supportively, no doubt as eager to see his own wife again. Diane was acting as Lily’s maid of honor. The weeks since Shaw’s arrest had been sad ones as well as happy. Attending Charlie Driscoll’s funeral at Lily’s side. Then Evan Butler’s. Todd Shaw had never reached a courtroom, having been placed indefinitely in a secure mental facility after psychiatrists diagnosed him as being a psychopath capable of killing again without mercy.
