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murmured, her lashes lowering. “I never would have…”
    She didn’t finish her thought, her lips thinning. A tear broke free and rolled down her cheek as she lifted up on her tiptoes, pressing her mouth to Pax’s. Pax wrapped a hand around her waist, the action reflexive, as Brooke sighed against his lips. Heat flashed through his body. Brooke’s soft, familiar scent surrounded him, stiffening his cock and obliterating all rational thought.
    Just like that, she pulled back again. She spun and fled from him, a strangled sound coming from her throat. Pax didn’t follow her, too confused by what had just happened.
    Hand on his lips, Paxton just watched her go, hearing her words echo in his head.
    I never had a choice .

Chapter Four
    “ F ine ! I will find another venue, thank you very much!” Brooke snapped, disconnecting the call.
    She stood on the porch at Winter Pass, leaning down and taking a deep breath. She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to suppress the urge to scream. She was already close to pulling her hair out over the idea of becoming a Marchand; now everything in the wedding was starting to go wrong.
    Her first thought was how the hell she was going to tell Travis. His family had married at that chapel for three generations, and telling him he’d be the first to break the tradition would be… unpleasant. Travis loathed surprises, especially the kind that were unfavorable to his expectations.
    After their fight at the barbecue last night, Brooke had crashed on Chase’s couch rather than go back to her apartment and face her fiance. Now the thought of seeing him, giving him bad news after their argument, turned Brooke’s stomach to lead.
    “Are you going to puke?”
    Brooke glanced up to find her brother approaching with two steaming cups of coffee in hand.
    “No.” She frowned. “Maybe. I don’t know.”
    “Here,” Chase said, handing it over.
    Brooke accepted it and took a sip, then walked over and settled on the edge of the porch, sitting and folding her legs underneath her. Chase sat next to her, keeping his curiosity to himself. He’d always been good at that.
    “The chapel double booked the day of my wedding,” Brooke sighed. “Travis’s mother pulled some strings to get us the date, but now the church is pulling the rug out from under us.”
    “When exactly did you start planning this wedding? I haven’t heard you say a word about it in any of the emails we’ve exchanged in the last six months,” Chase said, raising a brow.
    Brooke snorted.
    “You’ve been here at the lodge, in the same town as me, and I didn’t even know. I guess neither of us has done a good job of keeping the other informed, huh?”
    Chase cocked his head.
    “That’s not an answer.”
    “Fine,” Brooke shrugged. “I almost left Travis about eight months ago. I got tired of… well, a lot of things, but mainly the waiting. I literally had a bag packed, ready to take a vacation to Europe until the scandal of me leaving Travis blew over.”
    “But you stayed, obviously.”
    “Yeah. He took me out to this really nice restaurant in the city, invited a bunch of important people. He sort of re-popped the question, asked me to set a date with him. It was romantic, I guess. We booked the chapel right after that.”
    Chase’s gaze narrowed, his lips thinning.
    “But he didn’t get romantic until you were going to leave him,” her brother replied.
    “Yeah. It’s… complicated,” Brooke said, sipping her coffee. Avoiding the hard stuff, as usual. Maybe Chase deserved to know, but she’d rather keep it from her big brother as long as possible. If Brooke went through with this, married Travis and met all his expectations, there was no reason for anyone to know…
    “Is there something you need to tell me, B?” Chase asked, his tone gentle.
    Brooke pursed her lips and shook her head.
    “Nah.”
    “Cause the thing is, I don’t get you and Travis. I’m not saying you had to stay with Pax, but…