and a pair of pearl post earrings, a
birthday present from Josh, were her only jewelry. Maggie had packed a wedding,
or at least a bride and groom. Everything Jenna needed was there, including her
makeup. Jenna had laughed when she pulled out the virgin-white thong and
matching strapless bra.
Jenna was hit with a wave of remorse. Her best friend and
the person who’d done so much to help her stay sane and get to this point,
wouldn’t be here for her wedding. Were they doing the right thing?
Plus, her mother was going to kill her.
When Jenna found the note, she started to cry.
It’s okay. I’ll be
with you in spirit. Go get married. And plan on giving me details on absolutely
everything when you get home. Love you. Mags .
Swaying her hips, Jenna let the swish of the satin soothe
her. This wasn’t about her mother. Or Mags . Mags , especially, would understand. This was about her and Josh
and starting their life together. Jenna ran a hand over lips that knew what it
was like to be well kissed. Lips that wanted to feel that way for the rest of
her life.
With Josh.
Nodding her head, she turned and opened the bedroom door
without another qualm.
Josh stood waiting in a tuxedo, with a small spray of white
roses in one hand, a matching boutonniere in the other. He looked so handsome
in the classic black suit and crisp white shirt. Dark curls just brushed the
collar of his jacket and the look of expectant wonder in his eyes made Jenna’s
heart quiver.
“You look—” His voice broke. He cleared it and tried again.
“You look amazing.”
“And you, dear sir, look very dashing.”
“No. Seriously.” Josh put the flowers down and stood in
front of her. “You are the picture of everything I’ll ever need or ever want in
life. You are beautiful, but it’s more than that. You radiate goodness and love.”
“Love for you. Only you,” she answered.
He kissed her then, gently, a reminder of their life
together. Jenna leaned into his warmth and deepened the kiss, opening her mouth,
inviting him in.
Before they could go too far, Josh broke away. Resting his
forehead against hers, Jenna heard him catch his breath. “I think we’d better
hold off on that for now, or all your work to get fancied up will be for
naught.”
He picked up the boutonniere. “Will you do the honors?”
Jenna tried to affix the flower to his lapel, but glanced
up and got lost in Josh’s eyes. They stood there, staring at each other, enjoying
the private moment of silent communication and love. Trembling, she tried again
to pin the rose to his suit. After a couple attempts, she got the flower attached.
He handed her the spray of roses.
“Where did you get these so quickly?”
“Vegas thinks of everything. The hotel has a twenty-four
hour florist shop.”
Jenna grinned. Everything had worked out perfectly.
“Ready?” Josh held out his arm to her.
“Definitely,” she answered, more certain than she’d ever
been of anything. She put her hand in his arm and together, they headed for
their new life.
****
In what seemed like only moments later, Josh and Jenna stood
in the alcove of the wedding chapel, a bit of paperwork and the exchange of
money the only prelude to the occasion of their wedding.
She glanced around at the draped white material meant to
turn plain walls into an exquisitely decadent chapel. The not-quite-real
flowers in plastic wicker stands. The folding chairs with white bows tied
around them. It screamed cheesy. The only thing missing was the
Elvis-impersonator/minister. Standing at the back of the room, waiting their
turn, Jenna pulled her lower lip into her mouth.
Josh turned Jenna’s face up. “If you keep doing that, we’ll
never make it to the altar. I’m so hot for you I’m about to bust.” He ran his
finger along the line of her jaw.
Jenna released her lip and stared up at him. “Not that I’m
being snobbish or anything, but this place seems pretty low-budget.”
He paused. “It’s not too late
birthday present from Josh, were her only jewelry. Maggie had packed a wedding,
or at least a bride and groom. Everything Jenna needed was there, including her
makeup. Jenna had laughed when she pulled out the virgin-white thong and
matching strapless bra.
Jenna was hit with a wave of remorse. Her best friend and
the person who’d done so much to help her stay sane and get to this point,
wouldn’t be here for her wedding. Were they doing the right thing?
Plus, her mother was going to kill her.
When Jenna found the note, she started to cry.
It’s okay. I’ll be
with you in spirit. Go get married. And plan on giving me details on absolutely
everything when you get home. Love you. Mags .
Swaying her hips, Jenna let the swish of the satin soothe
her. This wasn’t about her mother. Or Mags . Mags , especially, would understand. This was about her and Josh
and starting their life together. Jenna ran a hand over lips that knew what it
was like to be well kissed. Lips that wanted to feel that way for the rest of
her life.
With Josh.
Nodding her head, she turned and opened the bedroom door
without another qualm.
Josh stood waiting in a tuxedo, with a small spray of white
roses in one hand, a matching boutonniere in the other. He looked so handsome
in the classic black suit and crisp white shirt. Dark curls just brushed the
collar of his jacket and the look of expectant wonder in his eyes made Jenna’s
heart quiver.
“You look—” His voice broke. He cleared it and tried again.
“You look amazing.”
“And you, dear sir, look very dashing.”
“No. Seriously.” Josh put the flowers down and stood in
front of her. “You are the picture of everything I’ll ever need or ever want in
life. You are beautiful, but it’s more than that. You radiate goodness and love.”
“Love for you. Only you,” she answered.
He kissed her then, gently, a reminder of their life
together. Jenna leaned into his warmth and deepened the kiss, opening her mouth,
inviting him in.
Before they could go too far, Josh broke away. Resting his
forehead against hers, Jenna heard him catch his breath. “I think we’d better
hold off on that for now, or all your work to get fancied up will be for
naught.”
He picked up the boutonniere. “Will you do the honors?”
Jenna tried to affix the flower to his lapel, but glanced
up and got lost in Josh’s eyes. They stood there, staring at each other, enjoying
the private moment of silent communication and love. Trembling, she tried again
to pin the rose to his suit. After a couple attempts, she got the flower attached.
He handed her the spray of roses.
“Where did you get these so quickly?”
“Vegas thinks of everything. The hotel has a twenty-four
hour florist shop.”
Jenna grinned. Everything had worked out perfectly.
“Ready?” Josh held out his arm to her.
“Definitely,” she answered, more certain than she’d ever
been of anything. She put her hand in his arm and together, they headed for
their new life.
****
In what seemed like only moments later, Josh and Jenna stood
in the alcove of the wedding chapel, a bit of paperwork and the exchange of
money the only prelude to the occasion of their wedding.
She glanced around at the draped white material meant to
turn plain walls into an exquisitely decadent chapel. The not-quite-real
flowers in plastic wicker stands. The folding chairs with white bows tied
around them. It screamed cheesy. The only thing missing was the
Elvis-impersonator/minister. Standing at the back of the room, waiting their
turn, Jenna pulled her lower lip into her mouth.
Josh turned Jenna’s face up. “If you keep doing that, we’ll
never make it to the altar. I’m so hot for you I’m about to bust.” He ran his
finger along the line of her jaw.
Jenna released her lip and stared up at him. “Not that I’m
being snobbish or anything, but this place seems pretty low-budget.”
He paused. “It’s not too late
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