Honestly, accompanying my brides to buy their dresses was a mutually beneficial thing. I made sure everything ran smoothly and efficiently, but being among these beautiful dresses was a feast for my eyes.

"Why don't you put the ones you want in the narrower selection and then try them on again?" the sales clerk suggested.

As Amber pondered this, a buzzing sound came from her purse. She took out her phone.

"Graham's here early," she said. "Lori, can you bring him here in the back? He's outside the store."

"Okay. I'll go get him." He and Matt were supposed to meet us directly at the restaurant where we were having the tasting.

Graham was already inside the store when I reached the entrance. I searched for Matt out on the street through the glass front, but couldn't spot him.

"Hey, Graham. Is Matt early too? He can't come inside. He can't see Amber."

"Don't tell me you believe in those things," Graham challenged. The fire in his bright blue eyes riled me up. Why did he have to be infuriating while also looking sexier than anyone had the right to? Not checking him out took a concerted effort.

"What if I do?" I asked, chin held high.

"If a wedding falls apart, it's because one of them realizes they're making a mistake. Better before than after."

Had he known his was a mistake before?

"Doesn't hurt to stick to the rules," I countered. As a kid, I'd laugh at my father, an Irishman who'd emigrated to the US, when he recounted some of his grandmother's superstitions. I'd disregarded them as folklore and foolishness, but as an adult, I thought there might be deep-rooted psychological explanations for at least some of them. Maybe seeing the future bride in her dress caused the groom to have cold feet. I had no time to dig that deep, but I planned to err on the side of caution.

Graham shook his head, smiling. The fire in his gaze wasn't dimming, though, and my heart rate was intensifying. It had to be because I was excited to see Amber's narrowed dress selection. Right?

"Matt's not here. I left the club early because it's on the other side of the city and I didn't want to risk a traffic jam. But he works four blocks away from the restaurant where we're having the tasting."

"Okay. Amber is in the back. She's already tried on quite a few dresses. Now she's narrowing down her selection and trying those on again."

Graham nodded, his face softening when Amber came into view, twirling in a brocade, princess-style dress. "You're beautiful, Amber."

"I don't know if I can dance with this one, though. It's so big."

Graham pulled Amber close, and they moved in tandem to the rhythm of an imaginary slow song. The man had moves. I wasn't much of a dancer myself, but I could appreciate the way he twirled Amber, the confident manner in which he led the dance.

During the impromptu dance performance, I couldn't resist the temptation of admiring him. Yep, the man was built like a Greek god, no questions asked. I had no idea if it was genetics, or long hours spent at the gym, but I suspected it was a mix of the two.

"It's not as bad as I thought," Amber said as they stopped dancing.

"If we take a few inches off the hem, it'll be even easier," I said.

"I'll try on the other ones too. It won't be easy to decide."

When Amber disappeared inside the changing room with the clerk who helped her in and out of the dresses, I sat on the ottoman that was placed strategically between the changing rooms.

I pulled out my iPad and e-mailed my cousin, Pippa Bennett-Callahan. The Bennetts were cousins from my mother's side, living in San Francisco. Out of the nine siblings, Pippa and four others were running Bennett Enterprises, a company designing and producing high-end jewelry, including wedding rings. While one could find their products everywhere, I often e-mailed Pippa directly. She was the designer and always had something special up her sleeve. When Amber had asked for wedding ring recommendations, I immediately pointed her to Bennett Enterprises.

I looked up briefly from my iPad and found Graham studying me. Energy coursed through me, hot and sizzling like a fireball. Even though sales clerks were running around and Amber was behind a curtain, I suddenly felt alone with him.

When he sat on the ottoman next to me, I thought I might combust from nothing more than his proximity. I could feel the heat radiating off him... and a healthy dose of masculinity too. We were so close that my breasts nearly touched his arm. Thankfully, Amber came out the next second wearing an ivory A-line dress with the skirt modified to fit closer to the body.

***

Graham

"I love it even more than the first time you tried it," Lori said, circling Amber.

"I love, love, love this one," Amber said. "Graham, wha

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