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Mrs. William Grant Forsyth.
    After what felt like three hours of nonstop wedding photos, Will and I finally made it to our reception. A few steps into the building, I pulled him into the small office just inside the entrance and shut the door.
    Chuckling, he said, “Bryson, what are you doing?”
    “I have a surprise for you.” I attempted a sexy smile.
    “A surprise, huh?” His hands landed on my hips and he spun me around so that my back was against the door. “I’m liking this marriage thing already.”
    I shoved him back and said, “Not so fast, lover boy.”
    He followed my gaze down as I slowly lifted my gown, revealing the sexy red heels. Will froze for several seconds. When he lifted his head up to look at me pure desire fired up his eyes.
    “God damn, Bryson.”
    “Shh, Will! We’re right next to the church.”
    “I know . . .”
    Extending my foot, I rubbed the side of his leg. “You like?”
    “I more than like but there’s a problem . . .”
    “A problem?” A twinge of humiliation pricked my stomach.
    He grabbed my hips and pushed me harder against the door. Will’s lips zeroed in on the spot just below my ear that caused me to melt into him every time.
    Against my neck, he mumbled, “I have to walk in that reception full of family, friends, and business acquaintances. Be nice and charming. All the while picturing those heels in the air as I fuck you.”
    Will was never much on the sweet romantic talk. On the surface his words were crude but I knew his heart.
    His lips continued their descent toward my chest.
    “Will . . .” I giggled, shoving him away. “We have to get in there now or our mothers will send out a search team.”
    “Mothers. Mood killed.” He groaned.
    “I know but just think, in a few short hours, all this will be yours.” I wiggled as my hands slid down my body.
    “You’re killing me.”
    “Come on,” I said, grabbing his hand.
    As we entered the large hall the breath was sucked from my lungs. The plain empty hall had been transformed into something out of a fairy tale. Both the moms wanted to keep the reception as much as a surprise as possible. They were both so excited so Will and I played along. I’d been privy to a few items, giving my opinion on tablecloths, centerpieces, and flowers. But I never imagined it would turn into the sight before my eyes. The moms had outdone themselves.
    Lighted spheres hung at varying heights from the ceiling, cloaking the entire hall in a romantic warm amber glow. To the right of the main entrance was the gift table piled high with boxes wrapped in silver, gold, and white shiny paper. To the left the open bar with every type of drink known to mankind. Next to the bar were long tables, four rows deep, covered in food. Across from the food guest tables were set up draped in tablecloths that matched my dress. Deep red roses in simple clear glass vases served as centerpieces. And a five-piece band was set up in the farthest right corner. But what stole the show for me was the back wall. Black tulle with twinkling amber lights behind it covered the entire area. In front of the wall of lights sat a round table draped in matching tulle and our gorgeous five-tier vanilla bean cake with white buttercream frosting with an elegant scroll design.
    Walking a few steps ahead of Will, I said in amazement, “Oh my god!”
    He wrapped his meaty arms around my waist, kissed my neck, and whispered, “Does it meet your approval?”
    “It looks like a fairy tale.”
    “Well, you are my princess.”
    I turned in Will’s arms. “And you’re my prince.”
    The day was a little girl’s dream come true. I had my tall dark and handsome prince, my gown, and now my kingdom. Everything was perfect.
    “I’m knee-deep in sap and ready to hurl.” I whipped around to find my brother doubled over, holding a beer with one hand and his stomach with the other.
    “Ryan, you’re such an ass.” I snapped in the typical annoyed younger sister way.
    “Better