Page 92 of Forbidden Love

“What else could there be?” I asked, my heart beating so hard I thought my body would take flight any minute.

“I want to get married here in this backyard.”

I looked at the backdrop. The trees. The mountains. Soon, it would be winter and bitterly cold. We’d have a view of the snowcapped peaks to look forward to, but for my wedding, I imagined wildflowers and sunshine. “This spring.”

He smiled before he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him close. “I love you.” I wasn’t sure which one of us said it or if it was both of us simultaneously, but I’d never felt anything so strong as the connection with him.

Our journey might have been long and riddled with obstacles, but we were always meant to end up in this place. In our new home with our families surrounding us and so much love.

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I moved quietly around the room, snapping pictures, adjusting settings, and observing the bridal party getting ready for Savannah and Ethan’s wedding. My goal was to blend into the background, and I lived for capturing candid moments. This time, the only difference was a groomsman tracking my movements.

I felt the heat of his gaze on the side of my face, my skin tingling with awareness. I refused to look at him, but an awareness prickled my skin. He was the best man, taller than the rest of the party, with broad shoulders and a booming voice that rumbled through my body whenever he spoke.

When another groomsman drew him into conversation, his gaze lifted, and I finally drew in a deep breath. Inwardly, I chided myself. I was here to document Savannah and Ethan’s wedding, not flirt with a groomsman.

Ethan was speaking to Sophie, who’d baked the cake and was my partner in Gia’s wedding planning business. I focused in on what he was saying. He had a gift for Savannah and wanted to see her with her son, Miles, before the ceremony.

I’d worked quite a few weddings, and it wasn’t out of the ordinary for a groom to change course and want to see his bride before the wedding, but I wasn’t sure how Savannah would feel. Some brides got upset, claiming it would doom their wedding; others rolled with the change.

Not only was this the first wedding we’d done in partnership with Gia’s Happily Ever Afters wedding planning services, but Savannah and Ethan were our friends.

Sophie promised she’d talk to Savannah when they went to the bridal suite to deliver the bouquets. I needed to be present to document the florist, Lily, and her assistant, handing out the flowers.

The hair on the back of my neck tingled. He was looking at me again. I needed to escape.

I wasn’t sure if he was a friend or if he was related to Savannah or Ethan. I didn’t know if he lived close by or if he’d traveled here just for the wedding. And it shouldn’t matter.

I mindlessly scrolled through the images on my camera to avoid meeting his gaze as I followed Sophie and Lily out of the room. At the very last second, I lifted my gaze to meet the weight of his stare. Blue eyes, sandy brown hair, larger-than-life presence. He winked, and my heart stuttered to a stop before picking up speed.

I ducked my head as I stepped out of the room and away from the interest I’d seen in his eyes.

My words to my sister, Brooke, a few months ago danced in my head. I’d told her the truth—I was ready for something new. I was open to dating again or maybe even a one-night stand. That was all I was willing to indulge in as the single mother of an eight-year-old boy.

Even though I’d carefully planned the pregnancy with my ex-husband, even undergoing fertility treatment, Seth left shortly after I brought our son, Hunter, home from the hospital. Seth said he wasn’t ready to be a father and wasn’t sure he ever would be. I was aware of his complicated relationship with his father but hadn’t realized it would affect ours so profoundly.

Being a single mother was hard, and I’d probably always bear scars from my ex leaving me, but I was antsy for something different. I was finally ready to take care of my needs. I’d probably never want to get into a serious relationship again, but what harm was there in a little fun?

I had no idea if this groomsman was up for that, but his pursual suggested he was. Entering the bridal suite, I vowed to flirt with him at some point tonight, to let whatever would happen—happen.

I deserved one night where I could let go, and Hunter was conveniently spending the night with my parents. Was I going to let this opportunity pass by, or would I grab on to it with both hands?

My hands shook a little as I steadied the camera on the flowers. I refocused on my job, snapping pictures of the bridal party, Savannah’s mother, and finally, the meeting between Ethan, Savannah, and her son, Miles.

Sophie and Lily ushered everyone out of the room before Ethan and Miles entered. With Savannah’s permission, I stayed, being quiet and as unobtrusive as possible.

Gia was still at the reception hall, ensuring everything was ready to go there, but Sophie stood just outside the room, ready to step in if she was needed.

I held my hands steady, snapping Savannah’s tear-filled eyes and their family hug. Once I was satisfied I’d memorialized the moment, I slipped out.

The bride and groom said they wanted everything documented, but there were times when it was unnecessary. I used my judgment to slip in and out to give them privacy. Memories weren’t all wrapped up in photographs; sometimes they were wrapped up in a feeling or one of our senses.

I pushed out any thoughts of my wedding, how I’d hoped for a large family and a partner for life. It wasn’t in the cards for me, but I couldn’t help but get caught up in the excitement of the bride and groom.

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