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She rushed out of the apartment building and climbed into her car. She started the engine and shoved it into gear. After she was out on the road, she felt as though she couldn’t catch her breath. She lowered the windows. The air rushed into the car and eased her breathing.

She just needed a short drive—just enough to clear her head.

And then she’d make her way to the chapel.

Chapter Sixteen

It was almost time to say I do.

Logan paced back and forth in one of the little rooms at the back of the chapel. He glanced at his watch. It was almost time for the ceremony. He was so happy that everything had worked out.

Was it warm in here? Was the air conditioner still working? He tugged at his silver tie and undid the button on the collar. It was a little better.

His thoughts turned to Brooke. He hoped her room wasn’t too warm for her. He didn’t know what it was like to wear a dress, but he didn’t want her to be overcome with heat on their special day.

She was probably calm, cool, and totally had everything together. She’d been so calm and easygoing since he’d proposed to her. He needed to take notes from her.

Brooke was exactly what he and Kaylie needed. She brought such happiness to their lives, and she wasn’t a complainer. He knew that everything about this wedding wasn’t what she wanted—like not having her family here. He felt really bad about it—so bad that he intended to surprise her with a detour to Iowa on their honeymoon to meet her family.

The door flung open, and Dylan rushed in. “Hey, man, are you ready for this?”

“Uh, yeah.” He felt calmer now. Maybe thinking of Brooke, he’d channeled some of her composure.

Dylan stepped up to him. “Do I detect a note of hesitation? Because it’s not too late to hustle you out of here.”

“Say what?” Logan frowned at his best friend. “I’m not going anywhere. I have the most beautiful woman in the world to marry. Let’s get down that aisle.”

“Whoa. Not so fast there. You can’t go out there looking like that.”

“Like what?”

“You don’t have your shirt buttoned and your tie fixed.”

“Oh.” Logan reached for his tie. “It’s so warm in here.”

Dylan sent him a puzzled look. “It’s not warm.”

“It’s not?” He struggled with his tie.

“Stop. Let me give you a hand.” Dylan moved forward. “Button your collar.”

Logan did as told. And then he waited while Dylan straightened his tie. He moved toward the door. It was time to wait at the end of the aisle for his bride. He headed for the door.

“Hey. Where are you going?”

Logan stopped and turned. He felt like this was a trick question. “To get married.”

“Don’t you need this?” Dylan held up his suit jacket. “Oh, yeah. Thanks.”

Dylan sent him a big smile. “It’s okay. That’s what you’ve got me for. And after this afternoon, you will become Brooke’s responsibility.”

Normally, he’d have taken exception to that comment, but not today. He liked the thought that he would have her to lean on, and she could lean on him. They were a great team.

Once again, he started for the door, but before he reached for the door handle, he hesitated. He turned back to Dylan. “Is there anything else I’ve forgotten?”

Dylan grinned at him. “No. Nothing at all.”

“Are you sure?”

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