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The job.
That’s what mattered.
He understood that, too.That had to be behind his look.
One more step.Focus straight ahead.Another.And another.
They were there.
Grif removed his hand from atop hers.As if Grif’s hand had weighed hers down, it rose, met Eric’s and clasped.They turned together to face Daniel.
“Dearly beloved—”
“Hold it!”Kendra called out.“Nobody move.I have to take stills.”
*
This wedding was even stranger than Eric expected.
He’d figured it might raise memories of marrying Hilary.It didn’t.
This was not a “fashionable” suburban Chicago church packed with people the bride insistedhadto be there.In fairness, he hadn’t protested.As long as his family and friends were there, he’d figured the others didn’t matter.
Only in retrospect did he realize how little time he’d spent that day with his family and friends.
No worries about that today, since it wasn’t real.
It also was strange.
Like getting married trapped inside an old movie where the film kept breaking.They’d get through one section of the pared-down ceremony, Kendra would stop everybody, shift to her still camera, then skitter around them while they were allowed to make only the minutest adjustments.
Then Kendra shifted back to video, and off they’d go again.But only for a short spell.
When he’d first spotted K.D.about to start down the aisle on Grif’s arm, he’d thought she might pass out.That’s how pale she was.
Tall and regal in a flow of silky white that had to be complicated to look that simple.And that good.Her softly upswept hair revealed feathery wisps under a breath of a veil.
It was as if she came out of a dream, yet no mistaking her reality.
Or the reality of his reaction to her.
She’d looked at him, and he couldn’t have looked away for anything on this earth.
When she’d put her hand in his, they’d looked into each other’s eyes, then turned to face the minister, and it had been as if—
No.Not the minister.Daniel.Noneof this was real.
While his self-reminders grew threadbare from repetition, he’d seen and felt K.D.gain confidence as the process ground on.
They’d repeated vows in fragments, exchanged rings for multiple angles, and Daniel intoned already familiar words multiple times.They were almost done.
But not quite.
By the ease of the woman beside him, he recognized one fact for sure.
He was entirely aware of what came next.And K.D.wasn’t.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
