Page 31 of His Wild Attraction

Where I got that knowledge after my disastrous first marriage, I had no idea.

But my therapist said I needed to learn to trust again, and I had to start somewhere.

So, I was starting with myself.

Which was exactly how I wound up getting married to an almost stranger on Halloween in one of my new best friends’ backyards.

I couldn’t see Andres yet. And the waiting was making me tense.

Sammy swung our hands back and forth, and I spared a glance for my little boy.

He was grinning widely, but the second the music started, he got all serious.

My heart squeezed as I watched him take his first step very carefully, just like we practiced.

I’d wanted Sammy to be a part of the ceremony as much as possible, and when Andres suggested he be the one to walk me down the aisle, I almost cried.

It was perfect.

I scanned the dozen guests gathered to celebrate with us and nodded nervously. My gaze stopped on a smallish woman whose coloring was too much like Andres’ to be anyone other than his mother.

She smiled kindly at me and lowered her gaze to Sammy’s. He looked at me, then back at her, a shy grin on his face before he waved at her.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Sammy had no memories of my father, and Gary’s parents had long since passed.

My son had no living grandparents. Until now.

My eyes flicked up to Andres in that moment, and everything else just seemed to fall away.

He was breathtaking in his tuxedo, his velvet tie matching Sammy’s. He’d trimmed his beard and hair, and I found it suddenly very warm.

He was unerringly groomed, showing off his chiseled features.

He was so—so much.

So thoughtful.

He planned the entire wedding. Thought of the theme, the clothes, the food, the music, everything.

So practical.

He made it easy to move into his condo. Set up everything with the lawyers so it would be legit. Really, I had to do nothing but simply exist.

So giving.

I mean, he was literally giving up his freedom to help me.

And he was so goddamn handsome.

So gracefully masculine.

I was powerless to do anything but stare at him as I slow-walked down the aisle.

But then I noticed his expression.

Stony. Firm. Almost scary.

Not like I was scared for my life kind of scary, but he was just so serious.

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