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“I won’t do anything to harm her.”

“She’s taking so long. Do you think she ran off?”

“No. Robin wants this day to be perfect.” He also knew after a long phone call last night that she was worried about how she would look in a white gown swollen with his kid. Like he told her, it didn’t matter what she looked like to him. He would love her regardless. They had come this far and her pregnant state wouldn’t turn him off, it would do the very fucking opposite.

Running fingers through his hair, he felt his body go on high alert. Dog was in residence. Preacher had decided at the last minute to invite the leader and he’d brought a couple of his men with him, even though this was a day for peace. He didn’t mind. Anyone would be fucking foolish to enter a situation like this which could be a trap.

“So this is what a wedding looks like,” Dog said.

“You’re supposed to take a seat.”

“Oh, I will when I’m ready. Do women want this?”

“Not all the time but Robin’s special.”

“I’d say. You’ve gone to the ends of the earth for this woman, and you’ve done so without caring who you take down in the process. Robin is a very special woman. I doubt all women are this special.”

“You’ve just got to meet the right one,” Bear said.

At that precise moment, silence fell on the clubhouse garden. Preacher had paid good money to some decorators to have everything looking perfect for what Robin wanted. This was no church, but she would get close to it.

Bear cleared his throat and made his way down the aisle to assist his daughter. It was still his place to walk her down.

Dog, being well, Dog, took Bear’s place.

“I always knew you’d want me as a best man.”

“I didn’t ask you.”

“I know, but Bear gave me the rings so I could play my part. You don’t see me as the kind of guy who will sit in with the crowd now, do you?”

“To be honest, I don’t know what I fucking think anymore,” he said. All he wanted was to marry his woman and live happily ever after for fucking once.

The music started up, and Robin came toward him. She wore white, as she should, and Preacher only had eyes for her. There was no other woman who would ever be there for him. Who he could ever love more.

Bear held her close before taking her hand and placing it inside Preacher’s, and they stood together.

“You look beautiful.”

“So do you.”

“I was going more for devilishly handsome.” He winked at her.

“I was thinking more hot, sexy biker, but I like it. I’m going for the whale look.” She put a hand on her stomach. “You think I pull it off?”

“No, you don’t. You pull off Preacher’s woman a hell of a lot better.”

The priest cleared his throat and Preacher listened with half an ear. He was too busy watching his woman and how admiring how stunning she looked. Everything about her would soon belong to him, and he couldn’t fucking wait to claim her. Every last part of her.

They both spoke their vows, promising to love, honor, and respect each other. Those were the vows they wrote for each other. When the time came to kiss the bride, Preacher had never been more impatient to do so. The moment he did, the crowd went nuts. The priest stayed for as long as he was able.

Beer was already flowing, the music blasting on high.

Anne rushed toward her and hugged her close. “I’m so happy for you. For both of you.”

“Thank you.”

“You’ll treat my girl right?”

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