Page 68 of All My Witches
Oddly enough, I could picture that. “Okay.” I bobbed my head. “Let’s dothis.”
“I’ll be waiting for you at the end of the aisle. So will Landon. Havefaith.”
Thistle disappeared around the corner, leaving me alone for a few seconds to gather my thoughts. I heard the wedding march blaring in the background – the organist wasn’t especially talented – and it almost drowned out my doubts. Then I thought about Landon, about his face when he smiled, and I knew Thistle wasright.
I squared my shoulders and walked into the nave, my eyes instantly linking with Landon’s. He stood at the end of the aisle, clad in a cheap tuxedo, and clearly fidgeting. He stopped moving the second he saw me, as if something overtookhim.
I forced a smile. This was my wedding, after all, I was supposed to be happy. And, for some reason, the look on Landon’s face caused me torelax.
I finished the walk down the aisle, ignoring the faces in the crowd because I didn’t recognize any of them, and taking the hand Landon held out for me as he looked me up anddown.
“I didn’t pick thedress.”
“You still lookbeautiful.”
The catch in his breath caused me to jolt. “I think you might need glasses in thisworld.”
“I seefine.”
“The dress is anightmare.”
“I don’tcare.”
“I’m wearing a plastictiara.”
“I don’tcare.”
“Thistle says I’m being akvetch.”
Landon chuckled, the sound low and warm. “I don’t care about that either.” He lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm, causing my stomach to do a littlejig.
“So now you’re okay withthis?”
“I’m very definitely not okay with this,” Landon replied. “But not for the reasons you think. It neverwas.”
“And what are thereasons?”
“Because this is not how it’s supposed tohappen.”
“How is it supposed tohappen?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t planned that far ahead. This seems almost …cruel.”
I scrubbed my hand over my cheek to keep a tear or two from escaping. “It’s probably going to getcrueler.”
“How do youfigure?”
“Just wait forit.”
As if on cue, the minister standing next to us began speaking. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holymatrimony.”
Landon tightened his grip on my hand. “Bay, you really do lookbeautiful.”
“And you really need glasses. I appreciate the sentiment,though.”
“Here wego.”
I smiled. I could do nothing else. Then I heard it, the sound that would ruin the wedding and cause Thistle to laugh herself silly for weeks. It came in the form of a motorcycle, and when I turned in slow motion – no, seriously, it was slow motion – I found a motorcycle racing up theaisle.
