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the weeper tried to regain control of herself, before dissolving once more into tears.
    The second bad sign.
    â€œGet everyone out of the house,” he ordered Janice. “I need to be alone with Leigh.”

    Nodding, Janice picked the box of wineglasses off the floor.
    â€œI’ll come back in an hour to pick her up. Is that enough time?”
    Bryce thought about the possibilities; what he could do, what he should do…
    â€œMore than enough. But Janice?”
    â€œYes?”
    â€œKnock first.”
    Janice took Leigh’s ten-year-old niece by the hand.
    â€œI hope you know what you’re doing.”
    Two other women, Leigh’s best friend and her favorite coworker, both barely glanced at him as they pulled on coats around puffy blue dresses.
    â€œDon’t worry,” Bryce said, already halfway up the stairs. “I do.”
    Bryce found his fiancée in a pile of white satin underwear on the floor, her mascara running in miserable rivulets down her otherwise beautifully painted face.
    â€œNo. No, no, no…” Leigh covered her face with her hands. “You aren’t supposed to see me. Not now. Not like this. Not ever.”
    Sighing, Bryce squatted in front of her and cupped her chin with his hand, forcing her to meet his eyes.
    â€œI’ve seen you in white before. I’ve seen you in tears before. Seeing you right now isn’t going to doom the wedding.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œBut the bride having a nervous breakdown two hours before the ceremony might.”
    She gave a little pathetic laugh and hiccuped on her tears. Had she ever looked smaller, more vulnerable, more desirable? If so, he couldn’t remember when.
    â€œShoes? This is over shoes, young lady?” He let his voice
turn stern. She always responded best to his most fatherly tone.
    â€œThey’re green…” She grabbed a high heel and brandished it in his face.
    â€œSo?”
    â€œThe dresses are blue. The dye job’s…it’s totally wrong.”
    â€œSo? Go barefoot. You. The bridesmaids. Everyone. Hell, I’ll go barefoot. People will think it’s sweet, eccentric. We’ll pretend it’s on purpose.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œWill our marriage be null and void if the shoes don’t match?”
    Leigh only stared at him a moment before shaking her sad head. Long chestnut curls fell across her shoulders.
    â€œNo.”
    â€œThen fuck the shoes.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œOne more ‘but’ and I’m going to fuck the bride, too.”
    Leigh’s breath caught in her throat. She always gasped when he used such language with her.
    â€œBut you aren’t even supposed to see me before the wedding, much less—”
    â€œAnd that was another ‘but.’ Up.”
    Bryce stood up and waited. She didn’t move.
    â€œI’m not kidding, Leigh. Get off the floor right this second.”
    For a woman in seven layers of white petticoats and four-inch high heels, Leigh got to her feet with impressive speed. Careful of the fabric, Bryce peeled it off her body until she stood naked in front of him.
    Taking her by the wrist, he pulled her to the bed and she lay on her back. Leigh crossed her arms over her chest and stared up at the ceiling. He loved when she played martyr like this, played the innocent, scared virgin to his wicked ravishing rake.

    Bryce grasped her ankle and yanked her to the side of the mattress. From underneath the bed he pulled out a suitcase and quickly unzipped it.
    â€œGlad your mother didn’t go digging under our bed while she was here.”
    â€œI told her that’s where I kept the naked pictures of you.”
    Bryce smiled his approval at her lie. There were no naked pictures of him in the house. And the naked photos of her weren’t under the bed—they were on his iPhone.
    â€œDid you have to explain that?” He pointed to the hook screwed into the