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Jeanne St. James
August 16th, 2009, 12:34 AM
FROM CHAPTER ONE:

Logan Reed jammed a finger into the neck of his white oxford and pulled. He needed some fucking air.
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What the hell was he doing here anyway?
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As he surveyed the church a bead of sweat popped out on his forehead. His breathing had become shallow and quick. He was going to hyperventilate right here and pass out, making a fool of himself in front of everyone.
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He realized one of the ushers was speaking to him.
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“What?”
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“Bride or groom?”
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Bride or groom? Did he look like a bride?
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All he wanted to do was strip off this stiff shirt, strangling tie, smothering jacket, and throw on a soft, worn pair of jeans and one of his comfortable shirts, sink into his couch, toss his feet on his coffee table and chug a nice, frosty beer.
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Ah, now that was a fantasy!
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But here he was, standing in a monkey suit in a church about to be struck down at any second by lightning. He blew out a long breath to settle his thumping heart.
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Logan stared at the confused usher. Unfortunately, he understood the feeling.
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“Neither.”
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“Are you okay?”
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Logan had vowed to himself to never do this again. Never be in a church again.
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But here he was…
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He reminded himself he was only here to observe. He didn’t have to participate. But it didn’t help any.
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Anyone with as many sins as Logan should be barred from religious houses. That should be a law. But it wasn’t.
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This was a wedding, not a crucifixion!
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For chrissakes, he had to get a grip.
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He had promised his sister he would be here. And even though Logan was a sinner he never broke a promise. Never.
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The usher cleared his throat.
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“Dude --”
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Logan pinned the suddenly flushed, sweating kid, whose suit looked two sizes too big, with a glare. “Dude?”
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He watched the late teen’s Adam’s apple bob a couple times before he felt a whoosh of air against him and someone grabbed his elbow. Hard.
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“Logan! How nice of you to get here on time.” The female voice was sing-song and syrupy sweet. And held a lot more meaning in the tone than the words.
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Logan turned to face his sister. He had to look down since she was nearly a foot shorter. “Hey, Shorty. Good timing.”
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The petite brunette gave him a tight smile. “I see that.” She turned to the usher. “We’re with the bride,” she said sweetly. “We’ll just seat ourselves. Thank you.”

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The grip on his elbow tightened and without warning he was being dragged down the aisle and over into one of the pews on the left.
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“Sit down.” Paige’s words gritted through her teeth, even though her face held the biggest smile.
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He sat.
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She smoothed her dress and tucked it lady-like as she settled into the pew beside him.
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“Jesus Christ, Shorty, what the hell is your problem?”
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Logan watched the plastered smile falter.
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“Logan, you are in a church, for God’s sake. It’s not the best place to take the Lord’s name in vain. And if you keep doing that I might have to move to another pew so when lightning strikes you dead, I’m in a safe spot.” She smoothed her done-up do and gave a pacifying smile across the aisle to the older couple staring at them. Mouths agape.
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“Hey, I didn’t want to be here in the first place.”
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“I ask you for one favor…”
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“One? Hmm. You must have a short memory.”
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“Okay, okay. Knock it off. Believe me, I appreciate you coming.”
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“And the thanks I get is a bruised elbow?”
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“Sorry, I thought you were going to make that guy piss his pants.”
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“Well, shit, he called me dude.”
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“Oh, yeah, that’s so much worse than you calling me Shorty.”
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“I thought you liked it --” Paige elbowed him in the gut before he could say anything else besides “Ooof.”
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The Wedding March started and the double doors opened to reveal the bride.
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