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“You may kiss the bride.”
She turns to me, and I inch forward, grabbing her neck with one hand and the other goes on her back. I drop her down, kissing her lips. She doesn’t open her mouth at first, thinking it will be just that, a small kiss, but I need more, and she will give it to me because people are watching, and we are now husband and wife.
So, I take full advantage of it. I can taste her lipstick, but what’s better is her. Lottie finally gives me access, and our tongues do a dance all of their own. People start cheering, and she pushes at my chest until I bring her back up. Looking down, our hands are joined, and I see the rings that are on our fingers.
Two unlikely people tied together from her father’s mistakes.
I bet she never saw me in her future.
But I’m very glad I’m in it.
CHAPTER 23
LOTTIE
Whiskey’s hand stays in mine while we walk the aisle, but the minute we are out, I pull it free and walk over to the closest room with a door to get away from him. He lets me go, and when I check my face, I see the red lipstick smudges everywhere. Washing it off, I reapply so any evidence of him is now gone.
“Lottie.”
Taking a deep breath, I ignore him.
How dare he kiss me like that in front of all those people?
Who does he think he is?
I want to junk-punch him. Hard.
“Just get it over with and come out and yell at me. We need to make our entrance in five minutes.”
Flinging the door open, he’s leaning on the back of a couch. His arms crossed over his chest, watching me.
“You didn’t get permission to kiss me like that.” I’m fuming. “How dare you!” I scream.
“You look beautiful. Did I tell you that? Prettiest bride I have ever seen.” His words hit me, and I try to not let them affect me. They shouldn’t be able to. I’m mad at him.
They do.
“Stop it,” I say.
Whiskey smirks, pushes off the couch, and walks over to me. His hands come out and grab mine.
“I’m so mad at you,” I tell him. “But my makeup is perfect, and I look too good to cry right now.”
His smirk grows to a full smile. “That’s true, you are.” He leans in and kisses my cheek. “It’s almost over. I promise I won’t kiss you like that again.”
And I believe him.
He’s doing exactly what I’ve asked.
So why does this all hurt a little?
“At least the non-believers now believe,” I say, shrugging.
“They do. And what’s not to believe?” He winks, taking my hand.
“Let’s go out there.”
We start walking to the door, and just before he pulls it open, he says, “I’m glad it was you, just so you know.” Then he opens the door, and we walk out and into our reception. The reception is set up much the same as the ceremony. Flowers and greenery lay everywhere with twinkling fairy lights hanging like rain from the ceiling.
