Her tall, slender body was encased in a shimmering silvery grey gown that clung to her like moonlight on a dark night.Rakin Whitcomb Abdellah had arrived at the giant white gazebo in the garden in front of the house where the guests were gathered in time to see the bride and groom link hands in front of the celebrant. It had surprised him that it had taken the usually responsible Eli only a matter of weeks to set aside the caution of a lifetime and to fall head over heels in love with his bride. But what had astonished Rakin more was the fact that Eli was marrying a Kincaid at all—since, less than a month ago, Kara’s own sister had jilted Eli. Yet, once his gaze settled on the wedding group, it was the maid of honor with her glorious hair and eye-catching beauty who captured Rakin’s attention as she moved forward to take the bouquet of red roses from the bride.This could only be Laurel Kincaid, the woman who’d jilted his best friend Eli less than a month before their wedding day.The woman who Eli had suggested could be the solution to all Rakin’s problems.A child, no more than three or four years old, strutted forward bearing a fat cushion.
