Marc Demoda watched Beth walk away. The white dress dipped low on her back before it cupped her perfect ass. She was always the most beautiful woman in the world, but today, holy cow. He felt the wind knock out of him when she walked down the aisle toward him to become his wife.
His wife. He loved that. He’d never get tired of thinking that.
He smiled as he imagined getting her out of that white dress later.
Grant Evans cleared his throat, and Marc turned.
Shit, that was right. Her brother wanted to talk to him.
“What’s the problem?” he asked sighing.
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