The woman who had so firmly captured his attention strode down the aisle with her hand resting lightly on the arm of Vince’s friend from college, and Henry noted the smug gleam in the man’s eye. He couldn’t blame the groomsman—Lindsay was breathtaking in that deep red, floor-length sheath with her hair piled in loose curls at the back of her head. Her hair was a dark enough auburn and the red of the dress was cool enough that the colors didn’t clash, and the rhinestones glittering from the pins in her hair threw dazzling sparks of rainbow-hued light and added a glamorous quality to her.
That, or I’m just smitten. The thought didn’t concern him as much as it probably should. No harm in that as long as we keep it casual and remember to resist any expectations of more.
He figured they’d be
