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Rafe brought his lips to mine as his arms wrapped tighter around me. “I love you,” he murmured against my mouth.

“I love you so very much,” I replied as I peppered his cheeks with kisses.

As he spun me around in his arms, Rafe grinned at my squeal. “Come on and let me take you somewhere I can bury myself inside of you.”

“I’d like that a lot.”

Chapter Thirty-Two Maeve

As I stood in one of the preparation rooms of The Cathedral of the Holy Cross in Boston, I fought the urge to pinch myself since everything around me felt like a dream. The first dream-like moment was the fact I was outfitted in a stunning designer wedding dress encrusted with sequins and beading along with a fifteen foot train. Mam had tried to get me to go big or go home by choosing one that was twenty-five feet–the same length as Princess Diana’s.

But I nixed that idea.

Trying to be like a princess did lead into the second dream-like moment with the glittering diamond tiara atop my head thathad been borrowed from Cartier. I didn’t even want to know what Rafe had done to make that one happen.

And finally was the fact that I was about to marry the man of my dreams with a guest list of three hundred. Although I would’ve been fine with marrying Rafe that day in Sicily, deep down I wanted a fairy-tale wedding with all my family and friends. I also didn’t want it to seem like we’d eloped because we had something to hide. In the end, I was so thankful we’d waited.

Glancing around the preparation room, I watched the women who had become my tribe put the final touches on their appearance. There was Quinn’s wife, Isla, with her gorgeous waist-length blonde hair and mind-altering curves. Next to her was Drea–the woman I’d once hated because of her stake on Rafe. As she tossed back her glossy black hair, the glittering diamond on her hand from Leo caught the light.

And finally there was Caterina whose silky dress stretched over her ninth-month-belly. I didn’t know how anyone so very pregnant managed to be so very sexy and beautiful. But Caterina certainly did.

When she caught my eye in the mirror, Caterina said with a smile, “You are positively stunning, Maeve. Seriously, the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen, and that dress is to die for.”

I glanced at her reflection in the floor-length mirror. “Thank you.”

“With all this hoopla, I kind of wish I’d had a big church wedding.”

“There’s still time.”

She laughed as she pointed to her belly. “I think any plans are on hold until this girl makes her appearance.”

Clasping my hands together, I sighed. “I can’t wait to hold her in my arms. I’m hoping she might have red hair like me.”

Swirling her hand over her bump, Caterina said, “If it’s the same shade as yours, I’d take it. But I have the feeling that with dark-haired parents, she’s going to come out a brunette.”

Isla gently rubbed Caterina’s belly. “Whatever her coloring, she’s destined to be a knockout considering her parents’ genes.”

As Drea bobbed her head in agreement, pink tinged Caterina’s cheeks. “Thank you.”

The wedding planner interrupted us by poking her head in the door. “It’s time, Ms. Kavanaugh.”

“Okay, thank you.”

It was then I saw the wedding planner wasn’t alone. Callum stood next to her looking as handsome as ever in his tailor made tux. He was going to walk me down the aisle in the absence of my father. Three months ago that fact would’ve made me so happy, but after the incident on the tarmac, our relationship was still somewhat strained.

Mainly it was due to the fact he’d never apologized.

I liked to argue that he really hadn’t had a chance. After going back to Dublin to finish school, I’d been living in New York with Rafe while Callum had been in Boston getting ready for the baby. Whenever we had been together, we’d always been surrounded by other people.

Deep down, I knew if he’d truly wanted to apologize, he could have. Before Caterina, I’d never seen him apologize to anyone other than Mam. I’d come to accept that our relationship might stay fragmented.

Waving her hand, the wedding planner said, “Okay, ladies, it’s time to take your places to go down the aisle.”

After they gathered up their bouquets, my sisters-in-law gave me a final hug before heading out of the room, leaving Callum and I alone.

With a genuine smile, Callum proclaimed, “You’re a right feek in that dress, little sister.”

I smiled at him calling me gorgeous. “You don’t think it’s too much?”

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