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he
wasn't excited to answer whatever question came out of Cassidy's
younger brother's mouth.
    “How's Cass treating
you?”
    Like a damn china doll. “I'm wearing out my
welcome.”
    “I'm sure things are
getting easier. Before long you'll be driving and chasing bad
guys.”
    “ I don't think I'll be chasing any perps for a while,” Dylan
responded. He wouldn't be doing much of anything until he had
control of his body. He'd been shot once before, that bullet
blowing through the muscle in his left calf two years ago. The pain
then had been excruciating, but the two bullets this time made that
one feel like child's play. While his major organs had been spared,
he not only had muscle damage, but nerve damage affecting his
entire right side. He grimaced. Too bad he was right handed—or had
been. He would do everything the same if he could go back, but now
he had to rethink his life plan. Not that he'd had much a life plan
after Iraq. He shook his head as if to shake the dark thoughts
free. “Let's go stand up for your brother,” he said to end the
conversation.
    C aleb tugged on the lapels
of his tuxedo. “After you, Superman.”
    D ylan forced himself to
smile. He was many things, but he wasn't a superhero. A chill ran
down his spine. He hoped Cassidy—and everyone else—was safe today.
If someone was trying to silence his prosecutor, now would be a
good time to attack, with all her family in the same place. He
clenched his working fist. He would deal with whatever was thrown
at them, no matter the cost.
    ~ *~
    C assidy held Kat's bouquet
along with her own as the bride and groom exchanged rings, happy
she'd worn waterproof eye makeup. It was impossible to keep the
tears from falling, no matter how many times she blinked. She
sighed. She'd never seen a couple more deeply in love than Kat and
Mason, her own parents not withstanding. She'd always known her
brother was a good man, but to hear him promise his undying love to
Kat had been moving. Kat's vows, although obviously less rehearsed,
were just as touching. Kat professed that Mason was all
things—tough yet thoughtful, patient yet kick-ass, and Cassidy
couldn't help but look at Dylan, his eyes snaring her in their
golden heat. Her heart kicked, her cheeks flushed, and she forced
herself to tear her gaze from his before she embarrassed herself.
Good Lord, the man was potent.
    I f Dylan kept looking at
her like that, she was afraid she'd walk across the ceremony and
offer herself to him in front of God and everyone. She closed her
eyes. She was here to honor her brother, not have eye sex with a
groomsman. Oh, but his gaze was full of promises she wished he
could keep. She watched him subtly shift on his feet and was
rewarded with a glimpse of the tent in his tuxedo pants. Served him
right; she was standing there in a damp thong and there was nothing
she could do about it either.
    ~ *~
    “ I can't believe I doubted
her,” Cassidy confessed later.
    “ You had every right to be
leery.”
    “ Maybe, but am I that
jaded and cynical I can't believe someone would love my brother
because he's honestly a wonderful man? Do I have to assume the
worst in everyone?”
    D ylan smiled down at her.
“You didn't assume the worst of me.”
    “Yes, I did ,” she argued.
“You about ran me over in the bank hallway, and I laid into
you.”
    “ What did you think,
honestly?” Dylan asked, curious about her answer. He remembered
thinking she would be pretty if not for the bitchy attitude, and
he'd been right in spades. She was an incredible looking woman, her
face expressive, her eyes dark, her lush curves real. His hand
itched to touch her, and he tucked it in his pocket.
    “ Honestly? I didn't have
time to be knocked over and then ignored by tall, dark
men.”
    “ Just tall and dark?” he
asked with a smirk. “I don't get the third one?”
    “ I'm sure you thought I
was a bitch.”
    H e tilted his head
slightly. “A pretty one, at least.”
    “ And you were a