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.
