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then began playing a long melodic introduction. Jameson pulled her carefully to the open, his hand at her back, pressing and turning her to the rhythm of the lovely guitar tempo, while Thomas began the melody.
    Lizzie had never heard the song before. Thomas’ voice was more polished than she remembered. The love ballad was smooth and timeless. She watched the faces of their guests, some smiling at the two of them, others watching Thomas intently. Relaxed, dressed in white organza and in the arms of the man she loved more than life itself, time stood still.
    Until Jameson stiffened after hearing Thomas’ first stanza and then the refrain. His hand pressed into her hip, pushing her away from him, which she took as his instruction to turn, but the cue was off and they were disconnected. He laced his arm around the back of her waist again and pulled her to him. She felt something inside him trembling, so arched back and asked him.
    “It’s a song I wrote.”
    “I love it. Really beautiful, Jameson. Did you write it for me?”
    What came from his chest was a low growl. “I think every song I’ve written the past three years has been about you, or for you. But he’s changed it. Added new verses.”
    “I like it. You must sing it for me sometime.”
    He sighed, and she could tell he was trying to ignore the request. Jameson could hardly take his eyes off his Best Man. Lizzie saw tension between his eyebrows.
    “What is it, Jameson?”
    “It’s nothing.”
    Lizzie knew that was the cue not to ask him again, just to trust that he’d tell her later. But something about the song upset him.
    In my dreams I see your face
    My heart racing wild and free
    One more vision and by God’s grace,
    You’ll come running back to me…
    He went on singing beautiful words like pearls strung together in a precious necklace fit for a queen.
    Soon the music stopped, but Jameson had not moved in some time, his arm still around Lizzie’s waist, his chest heaving, and his fingers gripping her right hand almost to the point of hurting her.
    “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a song my very best friend and the most talented singer-songwriter I know, our groom, Mr. Jameson Daniels, inspired.”
    The audience clapped. Thomas and Jameson shared a look Lizzie couldn’t decipher.
    Lizzie tried to stay positive, but something had blackened Jameson’s mood. He was even distracted when Charlotte came running to give him a report on Nick and Devon’s baby girl. The guests would not notice, but Lizzie felt a growing sense of doom rising, taking over the timbre of the party. He avoided Thomas’ rather long looks and seemed to awkwardly place himself at opposite sides of the room from his Best Man.
    Guests were beginning to say their goodbyes, so Lizzie asked if they could head off for the Waterwheel Inn for the night. They had plans to go wine tasting with several others the next day. Now she worried something had buried itself in her wedding plans. She hoped the night would even out whatever had happened. She was hoping that in the intimacy of their bodies, their tangled legs and bed sheets, they’d find themselves and the miracle of their partnership.
    The rest of the world could go to hell.

Chapter 4
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    J ameson gripped the steering wheel all the way to the Waterwheel Inn. His bride sat stoically at his side, no doubt thinking about him, about his dark mood. He didn’t know how to feel about Thomas taking his song, adding words and embellishing it. Yes, it was better than Jameson had written. He knew that was part of what got to his gut. But Thomas hadn’t asked. He publically played it, gave Jameson credit as inspiring it, but played the version he’d altered and added to, without asking him first.
    Was this true betrayal or jealousy he felt towards Thomas? He’d worked so hard to get a contract. He now saw the song he’d written and then abandoned as being marketable. This was supposed to be the happiest day of his life, yet he