Page 32 of Cruel Pawn (Cruel Duet #1)

Arden

O n the eve of our wedding, I fell into a deep, undisturbed sleep with the woman of my dreams in my arms. She fucked the sense, breath, mind, and life out of me until all that remained belonged to her.

Tomorrow, I’d make sure the security around the cottage tightened, that no threat could ever reach her again.

I’d fire up the electric fence that was due for delivery in the morning.

Then I’d retrieve the officiant I’d stashed in the little outbuilding on the edge of the property, pick up the dress, the flowers, and the veil I’d lovingly selected while on the mainland.

And I’d marry the love of my life.