“I wish.” But he blushed and fingered the necklace he wore as a public collar. He looped arms with her and they waited for the violinist to begin – Rune, one of the big, badass owners of Fitte was an accomplished violinist, and he and Riley had started regularly playing music together.
The soft strains of music began, and as they took their first steps down the aisle between the small collection of chairs, Riley spotted her mother at the front, waving madly like she’d saved her a seat at the theater. God, she loved that woman.
And then, of course, there was Nathanial standing at the front, staring at her like she was magic. In his white dress shirt with the rolled sleeves and his black tuxedo pants, he looked like total girl porn.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jack whispered to her when they’d almost reached the front.
She should be smiling at their guests, but the invisible connection between her and Nate that had been there since they’d met was coaxing her on.
There he was. Gorgeous. Waiting for her like he always did – like he always had. With any luck, how he always would.
More sure of this, of him, than she was of anything else in her life, she drifted over the hard packed sand. Her love – her dominant – took her hand, and promised never to let her go again.