Page 43 of Wanting Happily Ever After

That their night together had been both the best and most terrifying of her life?

That she was falling for him?

That she was still so angry at him for being careless with Rory?

That she missed him?

That she was confused?

All of the above.

She needed to get out of there. There was no way she could stand there and pretend that not only was everything okay with Brody but that they were a happy couple on their wedding day. Sarah looked around, frantic for an escape route, and when he took her hand in his, for a second she was sure her knees would give out. It was too much.

But she’d promised Faith. If she ran out now, she’d look completely crazy. It would only make everything worse.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Brody said when he reached out for her hand.

She knew she was being hard. She knew she was being a bitch, but it was just self-preservation. “I wish I could say the same.”

Sarah forced herself to look at hergroom, careful to keep her expression neutral.

Damn.

He looked amazing. Of course, Brody always looked amazing. But in a tuxedo, he was on a whole different level. When he took her hand in his, she felt herself melt a little.

“Look into each other’s eyes.”

Sarah took a deep breath.

Brody moved closer to her and cupped her cheek with his hand. She knew they were only supposed to be acting, but his touch on her skin warmed her in a way that made her feel complete. Reflexively, she leaned into it.

“I’ve missed you, Sarah,” Brody whispered as he leaned in closer.

She closed her eyes to keep from looking at him, afraid her resolve would break.

Vaguely, Sarah was aware of Faith yelling directions, but she was completely focused on maintaining her composure, which was becoming increasingly difficult.

“I hope you know how sorry I am, Sarah.”

She opened her eyes. “Sorry?”

If he said one word about being sorry for the night they spent together…mostly because it was both the best night of her life and the worst…And she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.

“For…” He hesitated. “Well, for everything, Sarah. I don’t know what happened the other night, but I—”

She stiffened. “You don’t know what—”

“Okay, kiss!”

Kiss?

Instinctively, Sarah pulled back as Faith called out the instruction.There was no way she was going to—

Brody pulled her back and then his lips were on hers in a very chaste and very pretend kiss.

When he stepped back, she glared at him.

Brody shrugged. “It’s for the photos,” he said by way of explanation.

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