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that it was quickly approaching she was feeling repulsed at the thought of his hands on her.
    These are not thoughts that a bride should have on her wedding day.
    But what could she do? It was too late. The guests were already dressed up in their cars.
    She squeezed the ice bucket against her stomach and shuffled down the hall. She had made her bed now it was time to lay in it.
    But one question was always on her mind. Who will she be thinking of when she walks down the aisle?
     
     

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    Connor walked into the diner across the street from the church where Rebecca was getting married. “A table by the window please,” he said to the waitress smiling at him. She fumbled for a menu and then turned and walked into an empty table.
    She laughed nervously and hurried to a table with a view of the church across the street. Connor thanked her and stared at the church with melancholy running through his veins.
    He wasn’t here to stop the wedding or to make a scene. He just wanted to see Rebecca in her wedding dress. He wanted to see her happy and he wanted to see her married. It would suck but it would help him get some closure. It would be the start of the long, painful healing process.
    The wedding started in half an hour.
    He ordered a coffee from the sweating waitress then stared at the church with slumped shoulders.
    “Keep your hands off me,” a waitress yelled from behind him.
    Connor turned and whipped his head back around when he saw Mark sitting at the table. He was eating with three guys wearing tuxedos. They were all laughing at the flustered waitress.
    Connor slowly turned back. The pretty waitress with the short skirt had red cheeks and was backing away from them.
    “Come on,” Mark said with his palms on the table. “I’m getting married in thirty minutes. It’s my last chance for a fling.”
    “What a lucky girl,” the waitress said, glaring at him. She stormed off with her nostrils flaring. Mark leaned over, staring at her ass as she left.
    “Well no tip for her,” Mark said. The men at the table burst out laughing.
    Connor turned back to his coffee as Mark stood up. “Gotta piss,” he said.
    Mark walked to the bathroom, swaying on the way. He looked drunk.
    Connor slowly stood up and followed him into the bathroom.
     
     
     

     
     
     
    Rebecca held her jittery stomach as she walked down the hall with Grace and Angie. The wedding was starting soon. Too soon.
    “Let’s get some pictures outside by the large maple tree,” the photographer said, holding up her camera.
    Rebecca closed her eyes, her head spinning. This was all wrong.
    The four of them stepped into the elevator. Rebecca grabbed the door as it was about to close. “I forgot something in the room,” she said, slipping out between the doors. “I’ll meet you guys downstairs.”
    “Want us to come with you?” Angie asked.
    “No,” Rebecca snapped. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”
    She rushed down the hall, holding up her long wedding dress in her shaking hands. She sailed past her room and headed straight for the stairs that led to the emergency exit in back of the hotel.
    Fuck it .
    She was now a runaway bride.
     
     
     

     
     
     
    “Ahhhh,” Mark groaned at the urinal, his head rolling back.
    Connor quietly stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He stood with his hands on his hips and his heart pounding as he watched the pathetic man who was about to marry his mate.
    His bear growled in Mark’s presence.
    “Someones got to take a shit,” Mark chuckled, slurring his words. “You must’ve had the Sloppy Joes.”
    Mark zipped up his pants as he turned from the urinal. Connor grabbed him by his suit jacket and threw him against the wall. His shiny shoes dangled over the floor as Connor held him up with his fists.
    Mark’s eyes went wide as he stared at Connor in shock. If he hadn’t just peed he would’ve done it now.
    “If you ever cheat on Rebecca again,” Connor hissed, “or