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Bunny’s younger brother, Tristan, in tow.
    “Is she okay? Did she change her mind about me walking her down the aisle?” the fifteen-year-old asked as he followed in her wake. She’d lifted the long skirt of her figure-hugging red dress so Tristan didn’t accidentally step on the hem, affording Samson a brief view of her shapely calves and ankles.
    “No, she’s fine, Tristan. It’s nearly time to start, and she wanted you to walk her from the suite upstairs.”
    “Oh, okay. She shouldn’t have to walk by herself, huh?”
    “No,” Cassandra replied as she smiled at him and shared some of her sweet smile with Samson as they passed each other. Her scent drifted past him, flowers and vanilla, and he was seized by an urge to lick her.
    Maybe after we tie her up and decorate her with buttercream frosting.
    A little while later, Samson observed Joseph, standing at the front, waiting for his bride-to-be as she made her way down the aisle on the arm of her brother. Bunny had brought happiness and joy into Joseph’s life as his new little sub, and the emotion in Joseph’s eyes told Samson that, while Bunny might enjoy submitting to Joseph, it was he who was enraptured with her.
    “Well done, my friend,” Samson whispered to himself when the ceremony concluded as Joseph took Bunny in his arms. He bent her back as he kissed her so she had to hold on to him. She came up bubbling with laughter, threw her arms around his shoulders, and hugged his neck as he twirled her around.
    Sitting in the row of chairs directly in front of him, Cassie was brushing tears from her cheeks with the sides of her hands as she applauded. Samson thanked his lucky stars he had a clean handkerchief. He stroked her bare shoulder with the backs of two fingers to get her attention and held it out to her. She looked up at him with her teary eyes and blinked, so he gently blotted her cheek for her.
    “Oh,” she said as she reached up and her hand made contact with his, holding the soft square of fabric. “Thank you.”
    “Of course.”
    Guests flowed from the seating toward the large white tent set up nearby, and she pointed at it. “I’m supervising the cake cutting so I’d better get in there. Thank you, for your hankie.” She sniffled and smiled at him, and he nodded. She looked back once as she hurried to the tent, and he chuckled.
    “At least she wasn’t practically running this time.”
    Once the wedding dinner had been served and the cake had been cut, the reception guests meandered back and forth between the gardens, the tent, and the lower floor of Hazelle House. The club itself was closed in honor of the bride and groom but would open for late-night pleasures once they’d left on their honeymoon trip. Unfortunately, Samson would be overseeing the club festivities along with Randall Butler, who was Joseph’s other trusted man. If he’d realized Cassie would be at the wedding, he’d have made other arrangements. Randall could handle the club on his own for one evening, but with two levels, the main club floor and the dungeon, it needed at least two people in charge besides the monitors. And it wouldn’t be right to beg off at the last minute just because he had a hot brunette in his sights.
    Speak of the devil, Randall chose that moment, while he was standing at the bar in the lounge, to walk up with his submissive, and wife, Mona. With them were Hank Stinson, Travis McDaniel, and their beautiful bride, Veronica Stinson, also known as famed romance novelist, Veronica Benedict.
    Hank sipped from a heavy crystal glass containing a couple of fingers of whiskey Joseph had poured for him from the bottle of Glenlivet XXV Hector had given Joseph as a wedding present during an earlier toast with his friends. Hank paused out of respect before swallowing and rumbling in appreciation. Hank had a built-in designated driver with Travis to get the three of them home, so the sheriff of Divine County was enjoying a well-earned night off.
    Hank