The door slammed shut behind them, and everything went still. Her veil lay forgotten on the floor, and her new husband—tall, broad, and burning—stood across the room like he was fighting a war inside his chest. His eyes swept her once, slow and full of heat, from the top of her head to the stilettos she was about to lose. That stare made her thighs press together. “Do you know how hard it was pretending to be calm all day...