Her heart raced. Icicles formed in her veins as she realized the danger she was in. Was this a kidnapping? She never should have turned her back on the woman. Cassidy tugged on the supermodel’s arm. “What are you doing?” The hold tightened.
Lucinda dragged her back a few steps, but then stopped suddenly. Her voice was cold and hard. “You’re not getting married today. I won’t lose my chance at Remington Burke’s fortune because he chose a mouse like you.”
“Let me go…” Cassidy said but then she felt a pinch in her neck. A needle?
Numbness took over her limbs as Lucinda dragged her toward the white SUV. “You won’t remember a thing.”
Remy. I need you. She couldn’t speak. Everything grew dark and black. This wasn’t supposed to be the end. She’d lost.
Chapter 13
Remington Burke felt like a new man as he entered the church partially filled with guests—about two hundred so far—they expected to double that number. The world had seemed sweeter all morning. Even after Cassidy left for the palace to get her hair done, the sheets still smelled like her.
Last night replayed in his mind. Cassidy’s light touch against his hard body, her heated kiss. She made him feel whole in a way no other woman ever had. Cassidy was the only woman who’d ever made him whistle along as the birds chirped.
And today was their wedding.
He wondered just what Cassidy would look like in her white gown. What style had she chosen for her vows? She’d hidden a sensual femininity behind her waves of hair that he’d discovered last night and couldn’t wait to visit again.
He walked to the groom’s area and Blackwell stood, already dressed in his black tux as the best man.
“Hey,” he said.
“Nice moves on the dance floor last night, Remington. You seemed very happy.”
“I was.” How could he describe it himself? “I am.” He’d never been more sure of any woman or life choice.
“I know.” Blackwell shrugged and grinned and no more words were needed. He glanced out the window and saw his limo arriving. “The doctors are here with Gigi.”
He turned to leave, but Blackwell joined him. “I’ll come and help if I can. How is she?”
“You’ll see—she’s better.” The doctors would care for his grandmother to make sure she didn’t over exert herself; Cassidy and Grannie were all he had and he needed them both safe and sound.
Grannie stepped out of the limo dressed in a yellow chiffon gown that made her seem stately. She refused to lean on anyone but Remy opened his arms and gave her a gentle hug. “Grannie, you look amazing.”
She stepped back and gave him the “don’t argue with me” look. “I’m going to sit in the front row and stand up for family pictures.” She traced his cheek with a lace-gloved hand. “You’re my only family, Remington.”
He walked beside her, admiring her pride. “Then let’s get you there.”
The doctors and Blackwell followed. Grannie waved like she was the Queen of Avce herself as she walked the aisle and took the front seat. If she was healthier, Blackwell would have walked with her during the wedding ceremony, but her being here was enough.
As Grannie sat, she said, “Blackwell, take care of my boy until Cassidy gets here.”
“I will, Gigi.” Blackwell patted him on the back.
She nodded like she was a general in charge of unruly soldiers but smiled at them both, clearly happy. “Good boy. Marriage looks good on you.”
Blackwell knelt down and said quietly, “You seem much better than the last time I saw you.”
Remy hoped his Grannie lived fifty more years, but he refused to say that out loud.
Grannie made ahmmsound. “We’ll see. The doctors don’t want me to hope, but I’m excited for today.” Dr. Marsden and Dr. Harper each took a seat.
Another car arrived outside the front door, and the crowd whispered. Blackwell stood next to him and said, “It sounds like Cassidy’s limo is arriving. We should head back and wait—you don’t want to jinx anything.”
Now was not the time to see Cassidy. He followed Blackwell to the groom’s room, thinking of where he could take her for their honeymoon. She deserved the best. His best man closed the door and Remy said, “Blackwell, thanks for being here today and keeping me on schedule.”
Blackwell poured them both a glass of champagne from the table on the back wall and handed him a glass. “No problem.” They drank. “So, you and Cassidy seemed like far more than a business deal on that dance floor—everybody talked about it after you left early.”
