Paul felt his knees almost buckle when he saw her. Now, he knew this was one fine-looking woman, and since he'd been the best man at her last wedding, it wasn't as if he'd never seen her all dressed up. But it felt like the first time. She was usually found in jeans or a simple sundress, and in those she was almost too much for his heart. Today she was resplendent in green so pale it was nearly white. It was a shimmering, clingy silk, her reddish-gold hair lying in full curls on her shoulders and down her back. Her turquoise eyes were alive with love, sparkling brightly, and her peach lips were curved in a smile. "Holy shit," Tommy said. "Look at my sister, man." "I see her," Paul croaked. "God above." Tom laughed. "Well, go get her," he said, poking him in the ribs. "God, I hope I'm cooler than you when I get married." "Yeah," Paul said in a weak breath. He unstuck his rooted feet and went to collect his bride and bring her into the gathering. She was greeted with lots of hugs and kisses, a glass pressed into her hand. Paul's arm was around her waist and he couldn't make himself let her go. He felt his chest swell with cocky pride, having her at his side. No way he should be getting a woman who looked like this. And she was all his; she couldn't even glance at him without confirming that with her gaze. "Let's
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