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    Since
she’d met Avery and been drawn into a circle that included her own friend
Savannah, her fiancé Patrick, Beau and Harley LeBlanc, and seemingly half of
Texas, Cato felt right at home. So much so that she’d accepted a job with the
Texas Culture Preservation Center when they’d offered. In fact, she’d spent the
last two weeks moving her things from South Louisiana to a small house north of
Austin near the town of Marble Falls.
               
A movement from the dais caught Cato’s eye. Turning back she saw Avery was
speaking to Isaac. “With this ring, I thee wed. With my body, I will worship
yours.”
               
Cato almost giggled out loud when it looked like Avery’s father would choke.
The reverend pulled on his tight collar, his face flushed red. Seeing his
discomfort reminded Cato of what Avery had told her one night at Mulate’s over a pitcher of margaritas. “Isaac is my soul
mate. He loves me just the way I am. He brings out the best in me, Cato. I was
baptized in dirty water. Not that I’m totally a bad girl, but I’m certainly a
good girl who enjoys making my man happy. I keep my copy of the Good Book in
the saddlebag of a Harley Hogg and when my Isaac goes Dom on me, I go weak in
the knees.”
    Cato
fanned herself, imagining a man demanding her submission. Did she want to try
that? Hell yes, she did!           
               
“I promise to honor and obey, love and cherish in sickness and in health, in
poverty and in wealth, till death do us part.”
               
When Avery said ‘obey,’ the cutest, wickedest grin crossed Isaac’s face. Cato
couldn’t help smiling with them, knowing exactly what they were thinking. Avery
had been honest with Cato about their BDSM lifestyle and she knew Avery
couldn’t wait to obey her Isaac. Yep, she was one of the lucky ones, no doubt
about that.
               
Someday…Cato promised herself. Someday she would find a man who could love her
just the way she was—disability and all.
    Her
skin felt a bit prickly, as if someone were staring a hole right through her. Something told her to look around, but she was at the front
of the crowd and didn’t want to be a distraction. Cato smoothed her pale blue
satin skirt and sat up straighter. She was dressed similarly to the bridesmaids
because Avery had asked her to be part of the wedding party and serve the punch
at the reception. A slight tap on her arm caused her to turn her head. It was
Patrick O’Rourke, Savannah’s fiancé, who was sitting right behind her. Ah, his
scrutiny must have been what she was sensing. When he got her attention, she
saw Savannah motion for Cato to come to the back with her. Realizing they
needed to take their places for the after-party, she gave one last long look at
the handsome groom and the beautiful bride before she rose to do her duty.
               
As Cato made her way down the far aisle, a handsome cowboy with dark brown hair
and a fallen angel face caught her eye. He was staring right at her—hard. He
looked…he looked familiar. There was little doubt he was related to the McCoy
family, for the resemblance was strong, handsome as sin with their signature
smirk on his face.
    But
that wasn’t it. This was something else entirely. Their gazes held and it was
as if time stood still for Cato. It was as if she knew him. A sense of
connection was almost overwhelming. She had read about two people seeing one another
from across a crowded room and feeling an instant attraction, but she had never
experienced it before. There was almost a magnetic pull. If a marriage ceremony
wasn’t in full swing, she would’ve walked right up to him to get a closer look
and see if what she was imagining was real.
    As
she stood there, frozen, the man gave Cato a slow once-over and her heart
leapt. Intrigued as hell, she gave that same look right back to him, in spades.
When his big navy blue eyes widened in surprise,