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train just below her rump. She’d wanted to look beautiful for Brian when he took her as his wife and, in this dress, she felt beautiful. She held her arms out and shook her hips side to side, watching the skirt sway enticingly. Perfect. The dress was perfect.
    “Did you find anything yet?” Brian called from outside the dressing room door. “It’s getting late, sweetheart. Just pick something.”
    “Just pick something,” Carla said and rolled her eyes. “Men just don’t get it.”
    But Myrna knew when he saw her in this dress, he’d get it. Because the sap was far more sentimental than she was.
    “I think I found something suitable,” Myrna called to her eager fiancé. “I’ll be out as soon as I take it off.”
    “I want to see it.” The door handle rattled, but it was locked.
    “You’ll have to wait,” Myrna said. “I want it to be a surprise.”

Chapter Four
    Brian paced up and down the aisle of Sinners’ tour bus. His four band mates watched him as if they were spectators at Wimbledon. He paused before the closed door at the end of the corridor and listened for sounds of Myrna moving inside the bedroom. Silence assaulted his ears. She had to be in there. There was no escaping the bedroom. The window was too small, and he’d have noticed if she’d tried to sneak past him.
    Brian couldn’t wait to see her in her dress. Couldn’t wait to see her , dress or no dress. But even though he willed it¸ the doorknob didn’t turn. The door didn’t open. His woman didn’t appear, leap into his arms, and kiss him senseless. Not yet. What was taking her so long?
    Trey had helped her zip herself into the garment ages ago. Well, maybe it had only been twenty minutes ago, but it felt like ages, especially since Trey had made a big show about how gorgeous she looked as he’d left her alone in the bedroom to fix her hair or whatever was taking her an eternity.
    Brian wrapped the rope of chain that hung from his belt loop around one finger and jangled it repeatedly. His pre-concert jitters had nothing on these pre-wedding jitters. The soles of his feet were cold, as if ice water filled his boots. At least pacing kept his mind off the turbulence in his stomach. Sort of. He turned and headed back up the aisle toward the front of the bus, moving past the bathroom, the bunks stacked on each side of the corridor, and the dining table.
    Like a parking garage gate, an arm dropped in front of him. Brian drew to a halt and lifted a questioning brow at his best friend. His best man. His musical soul mate—rhythm guitarist Trey Mills.
    “Will you sit down?” Trey said. “You’re driving me insane.”
    “Can’t help it. I’m freaking out,” Brian said.
    Eric stopped tapping his drumsticks on the tabletop and glanced up at him. “Why? You’re not having second thoughts, are you? Beca use if you are, Myrna’s gonna need a lot of consoling for her broken heart.” Eric grinned, looking entirely too pleased with the idea. “I think I’ll go check on her.”
    When he started to climb out of the booth, Brian sat beside him and shoved him up against the wall to prevent him from trying to console Myrna, who needed no consoling. If anyone needed consoling, it would be him. And Eric would not be the one he turned to.
    “I’m not having second thoughts,” Brian said. “I think maybe she is.”
    “She’s not.” Sed’s deep voice sounded just behind Brian’s left shoulder. “She’s happy. With you. I’m not sure why, exactly, when she could have had me...”
    Brian snapped his head up to glare at Sed, and Sed chuckled.
    “Easy, Sinclair.” Sed shoved his shoulder. “Your prize is safe. I’m just fucking with you.”
    Brian wasn’t so sure. Sed had a way with women. Brian’s women. And Sed had been moping all day about his ex-fiancée. The one who had left and ripped his heart out. The one he’d seen the night before for the first time in two years. The one who caused grown men to fight burly bouncers