across.”
Kas smacks Chase on the back gratefully, relieved that he isn’t going to have to explode from the sexual tension radiating through his entire body, “You officially earned the title of the best ‘Best Man’ in existence.”
Raina has a huge smile on her face, lighting up her jade eyes, as Kas pulls her into a hug when she walks through the door. “I found a dress,” she exclaims excitedly.
“I can’t wait to see you in it,” he lowers his lips to her ear as he whispers, “and out of it.”
Raina’s cheeks flush a deep scarlet, and Kas groans, wanting so badly to strip her down, searching every inch of her for other flushed areas. Judge joins them, and Kas laughs at how the scarlet turns impossibly richer, “C’mon darlin’, it looks like you could use a large glass of ice water right about now.”
Raina admires the comfortable atmosphere of the restaurant, smiling at the charm of the copper pots hanging warmly from the ceiling. The waiter leads them to a table topped with an elegant white tablecloth and places a wine glass in front of each of them, chatting in English laced with his heavy Italian accent. They order traditional dishes specific to Tuscany, and Raina’s stomach growls as she anticipates her pasta with Bolognese and lentil and wheat soup.
Judge looks at Raina, his hazel eyes starting to mist, “I can’t believe you’re getting married. It seems like yesterday when I saw you cuddled in your mother’s arms.” He squeezes her hand, “She would be so proud of you, Raina.”
Raina blinks back tears as she hugs Judge, happy and thankful that he is there. He kisses the top of her head, pushing back his anger at her father, the man he once called his best friend. He loves Raina like she was his, and it tears him up knowing she has suffered so much in her young life.
The waiter returns with a large plate of breads and various cheeses, filling the glasses with sweet red Malvasia Di Casorzo wine. The evening is spent laughing, enjoying regional dishes of fish, rabbit, and antipastas as Kas steals glances at his fiancee, his heart constricting from the intensity of his love for her. Raina gives them a piece of history, sharing with them that the restaurant they are currently eating in has been there since 1782 and has a history of housing books that were banned. Kas fills with pride as he listens to Raina talk, passion in her words with things that interest her. He reaches across the table, sliding his hand over hers, her lips curving into a sweet, seducing smile as she sips on her water, her eyes reflecting the same fervent emotions.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Raina stares at her reflection, overwhelmed with the emotions swirling inside of her. In less than an hour, she will officially be Mrs. Kas Pierce. Exuberance consumes her, and she has a strong desire to dance around the room like a giddy little girl. A knock on the door interrupts her elation.
Judge steps inside, stopping in his tracks when she turns around. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers as his hazel eyes begin to tear. He removes his glasses, busying himself cleaning them as he tries to pull himself together.
Raina fights back tears of her own as his gaze finds hers again. “Thank you,” she whispers shyly, butterflies fluttering in her stomach furiously. “Judge, will you walk me through the doors of the wedding hall to Kas?”
“It would be my honor.” He takes her arms gently in his hands, “Kas is very blessed to have you, sweetheart.”
“I’m the one blessed to have him, Judge.”
He pulls her into a hug, then pulls back, “I don’t want to wrinkle your dress.”
Raina smiles as a new wave of effervescence bubbles through her. She turns back to the mirror, checking her appearance one last time before the wedding. She feels like a princess in the gorgeous white wedding gown, the sheer sleeves embellished with delicate lace rests elegantly just below her shoulders. The fitted, wrapped bodice fits
Kas smacks Chase on the back gratefully, relieved that he isn’t going to have to explode from the sexual tension radiating through his entire body, “You officially earned the title of the best ‘Best Man’ in existence.”
Raina has a huge smile on her face, lighting up her jade eyes, as Kas pulls her into a hug when she walks through the door. “I found a dress,” she exclaims excitedly.
“I can’t wait to see you in it,” he lowers his lips to her ear as he whispers, “and out of it.”
Raina’s cheeks flush a deep scarlet, and Kas groans, wanting so badly to strip her down, searching every inch of her for other flushed areas. Judge joins them, and Kas laughs at how the scarlet turns impossibly richer, “C’mon darlin’, it looks like you could use a large glass of ice water right about now.”
Raina admires the comfortable atmosphere of the restaurant, smiling at the charm of the copper pots hanging warmly from the ceiling. The waiter leads them to a table topped with an elegant white tablecloth and places a wine glass in front of each of them, chatting in English laced with his heavy Italian accent. They order traditional dishes specific to Tuscany, and Raina’s stomach growls as she anticipates her pasta with Bolognese and lentil and wheat soup.
Judge looks at Raina, his hazel eyes starting to mist, “I can’t believe you’re getting married. It seems like yesterday when I saw you cuddled in your mother’s arms.” He squeezes her hand, “She would be so proud of you, Raina.”
Raina blinks back tears as she hugs Judge, happy and thankful that he is there. He kisses the top of her head, pushing back his anger at her father, the man he once called his best friend. He loves Raina like she was his, and it tears him up knowing she has suffered so much in her young life.
The waiter returns with a large plate of breads and various cheeses, filling the glasses with sweet red Malvasia Di Casorzo wine. The evening is spent laughing, enjoying regional dishes of fish, rabbit, and antipastas as Kas steals glances at his fiancee, his heart constricting from the intensity of his love for her. Raina gives them a piece of history, sharing with them that the restaurant they are currently eating in has been there since 1782 and has a history of housing books that were banned. Kas fills with pride as he listens to Raina talk, passion in her words with things that interest her. He reaches across the table, sliding his hand over hers, her lips curving into a sweet, seducing smile as she sips on her water, her eyes reflecting the same fervent emotions.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Raina stares at her reflection, overwhelmed with the emotions swirling inside of her. In less than an hour, she will officially be Mrs. Kas Pierce. Exuberance consumes her, and she has a strong desire to dance around the room like a giddy little girl. A knock on the door interrupts her elation.
Judge steps inside, stopping in his tracks when she turns around. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers as his hazel eyes begin to tear. He removes his glasses, busying himself cleaning them as he tries to pull himself together.
Raina fights back tears of her own as his gaze finds hers again. “Thank you,” she whispers shyly, butterflies fluttering in her stomach furiously. “Judge, will you walk me through the doors of the wedding hall to Kas?”
“It would be my honor.” He takes her arms gently in his hands, “Kas is very blessed to have you, sweetheart.”
“I’m the one blessed to have him, Judge.”
He pulls her into a hug, then pulls back, “I don’t want to wrinkle your dress.”
Raina smiles as a new wave of effervescence bubbles through her. She turns back to the mirror, checking her appearance one last time before the wedding. She feels like a princess in the gorgeous white wedding gown, the sheer sleeves embellished with delicate lace rests elegantly just below her shoulders. The fitted, wrapped bodice fits
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