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bigger man and let her live happily ever after with some fucker like Mitch. But right now, I want nothing more than to run to her. I need to watch those amazing hazel eyes fill with love for me like they did in Tennessee. To be able to tell her that I have never wanted anything as much as I want to make this work with her, that I believe I could do it.
    “Yeah, I get it. Just another broad that is a ‘do not open your fly zone’ for me. I gotcha.” Mack replies, bitterly. “One day, you assholes will all be taken. Then there’ll only be me left for all the sexy ladies to play with.”
    Ignoring Mack’s bitch fest, I shut the door behind me and walk up the aisle toward Chase. I listen to her voice caress the song, making love to every note. Her fingers curl, sliding along my guitar reminding me how they felt on me every time she touched me. My dick jumps at the thought of driving into her heat again. Down boy, that’s not happening. Not after the way you dismissed her like she was a worthless piece of ass, thinking you were being noble.
    “Hunter.” Chase deadpans, her eyes flutter open pinning me mid-step.
    “Tiger Lily,” I whisper, because I really just don’t know what to say.
    Her eyes change. Suddenly, they are cold and distant, giving nothing away. “I didn’t change your tuning or anything.” She says standing, before sitting the guitar on the stool. “I just wanted to warm up. Gotta go check on Cam and Daisy. You know, someone has to make sure the borrowed and blue are all tended to.” Turning on her heel, she starts around the pew and up the aisle, away from me.
    “Tiger Lily,” I repeat, more insistent this time. Desperate to make her turn and face me.
    “Don’t call me that.” She chokes out, stopping in her tracks. Her head droops, the gorgeous crimson hair I dream about veiling around her face, making my heart nearly stop beating. Shaking her head, Chase blows out a shaky breath obviously trying to gather her strength to tell me to go to hell. “Never call me that again. I’m not your Tiger Lily, Hunter. I’m nothing to you.” Her tone goes arctic cold.
    “You can’t really believe that, Chase. I’m sorry about Nashville. I never meant to hurt you.”
    In three strides I am behind her. My hands itch to touch her, feel her. I want to hold her, make her feel anything other than whatever it is going through her head right now. My fingers skim along her shoulder, pushing hair away, baring her soft skin. Leaning down, I run my lips along the base of her throat, making her shudder. “Please, talk to me.” I whisper against her ear.
    Chase sways on her feet a bit. Instinctively, I slide my arm around her waist, steadying her against me. Her breath hitches as I spin her in my arms to face me, desperate to swallow all her doubt with my kiss. Even with the sky high silver heels she has on I am still probably a foot taller than her. My fingers slide along her collarbone, then higher, tipping her chin to meet my eyes. “Say something. Shit, babe, say anything.”
    Her lips part and I can feel her body tremble as I wait for her to speak. “Hunter, please” she starts just as the front door to the chapel flies open making us both jump.
    “Here Cums the Bride…” Mack sings with Henry, Aiden and Gray following behind him. Chase pulls away from me like I am the plague. Mack stops halfway down the aisle. “Oh, are we interrupting something?” He asks waggling his brows, his gaze drifting between Chase and me.
    “No, nothing.” Chase blurts, quickly moving around them and disappearing around a corner.
    I glare at them all. “Thanks a lot, assholes. I was trying to make that woman actually talk to me.”
    “That’s new, Cunter. Since when do you wanna talk to Chase?” Grayson teases, plopping into the front pew.
    “This is serious, peen queen.” I growl at Gray. “I don’t want it to end between us the way it did.”
    “You had better cap that shit off for now.” Aiden warns.