He's Captured My Soul (Captured Series Book 3) by Karen Frances Page A

that now graces my finger. “Have you given any thought to the wedding you want?”
    I sit up, so I can see him clearly. “A bit, but not much. I would love a summer wedding at the hotel.”
    “Summer, that’s months away. Not sure I can wait that long for you to become Mrs. Mathews. I’ve already told you this. What about a church wedding?”
    “I am very well aware of your wishes, Mr. Mathews. I know my parents would love a church wedding and I’m sure yours would as well. It might be nice to have a traditional wedding although, I’m not opposed to eloping. Gretna Green or a nice Caribbean beach.”
    “Libby, if I thought for one minute we would get away with that with our families, we could be on the first plane out. But you are your father’s only daughter, and I wouldn’t want to take it away from him, walking you down the aisle. I’m sure he would never forgive me for that.”
    “You’re right about that. Can I be honest though, I don't want a fuss. I’m not one for being the centre of attention, you know this.”
    “This is the one day you will enjoy being centre of attention of that I can assure you. Now I think we should go and see the priest at your parents parish over the next few days, so we can at least have some sort of idea of dates available.”
    “Yeah okay. I’ll call Mum later and get her to set up a meeting.”
    “So once a date is set, what else do we need to do?” he asks.
    “Well, there’s the reception, which won’t be a problem providing the hotel is free. There’s flowers, cars, transport for guests. Picking a colour scheme. Wedding dress and bridesmaid dresses. Suits or Kilts.” I smile warmly at him as I think of Alex in a kilt. “Although I’ve seen you in a suit, on more than one occasion. You’d look sexy in a kilt.”
    “Sexy in a skirt. I don’t think so.” He laughs. “Okay, here is what I think. We get a date from the priest, you pick the colours you want, then your dress and bridesmaid dresses and leave the rest to me. I’m sure Kieran is more than capable of sorting out the reception at the hotel.” He kisses me on my brow. “I told you last night, I don’t want you to stress about the wedding. The way you are just now, relaxed is how I want you all the time.”
    “Does that mean I get to stay in your arms all the time?”
    “If that’s what it takes.” He moves a stray hair away from my face. “Now you said something, about being in my arms. Now let’s get back to watching your movie. How is the sore head?”
    “Not sore,” I tell him as I settle back into the warmth of his arms. He strokes my arm gently. It’s soothing. I can feel my eyes getting heavy. I’m not going to see the end of this movie.

    A MUFFLED SOUND PULLS ME from a deep sleep. I already sense Alex is not beside me. I open my eyes slowly, not wanting to be awake. I’m lying on the couch, covered with my throw. I stretch and give myself a minute to wake properly. The TV is off, but I hear voices coming from the kitchen. The voices are low but I do make out Sophie’s.
    Shit!
    Alex’s family is here, we were meant to organise lunch together. I look at the time, two-thirty. I’ve slept a few hours. I stand up quickly, but have to sit back down, because like last night, I feel a little dizzy. I sit for a moment until the feeling passes. It does, just as quickly as it came. This little incident doesn’t need to be mentioned.
    I walk toward the kitchen, with a smile on my face.
    “Well, sleeping beauty has come back to the land of the living,” Alex teases, as I walk round the table.
    “Hi guys,” I say as I pull out the chair beside Alex. But Alex has other ideas, he shifts his seat back, indicating he wants me on his lap. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
    “Because, you looked so peaceful. You needed it. I hope you’re hungry? We waited for you.”
    “You look refreshed,” Sarah says.
    “I feel it.”
    “Well, Libby I’m so looking forward to tonight.” Sophie sounds