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relationship. They’d spent more than one “date night” deciding against heading out into another storm, choosing instead to explore one another and their mutual interest in bondage and discipline.
    But tonight, they didn’t have the luxury of staying in. Rain or shine, they were headed to the wedding of a mutual friend from college. Jess had been assigned as Kyla’s roommate sophomore year. Feisty, artistic, and sarcastic, Jess had won Kyla’s undying loyalty early on. It had been a while since they’d last seen one another, and the news of her wedding had come as a great surprise to Kyla, who hadn’t even known Jess was seeing someone.
    Kyla put the finishing touches on her makeup and checked her long braid in the mirror. Jackson liked her hair down and flowing; this should be just enough to earn her a thorough spanking after tonight’s event. Kyla grinned in anticipation. She gave an experimental spin in front of the mirror. The hem of her cocktail dress hit just above her knees, and the full skirt swirled playfully around her thighs but no higher. Good. She had another surprise for Jackson to discover later this evening; she wasn’t wearing panties. The sky blue color of the dress popped against Kyla’s red hair, and made her blue eyes look even richer than usual.
    When the doorbell rang, Kyla hurried to open it, tucking back one last strand of hair behind her ear. Jackson stood on her front step with a bouquet of delicate red roses in his hand. His eyes caught on the long braid running down her back. One corner of his mouth twitched up, and she felt a little thrill shoot through her middle.
    Instead of commenting on her hair, Jackson handed her the flowers. “You might want to give these some water before we leave.”
    “I’ll get right on that.” Kyla took the flowers from Jackson with a playful smile. When she finished setting the flowers in a water-filled vase, they left for the wedding.
    It was a gorgeous, if intimate, private garden affair. Tea-lights dotted the tables and lined the walkways. A few white tents provided shelter against the high probability of rain, but the night was mild and calm. Kyla and Jackson found their seats. Kyla nestled into Jackson’s shoulder, reflecting on how perfect he looked in the dark charcoal suit. It made his eyes seem even darker and more mysterious.
    When the string quartet played the opening lines of music, everyone turned to stare. Jess walked down the aisle in a snug white sheath dress she had sewn herself. It hugged her curves with spectacular results, and Kyla couldn’t help but admire her friend. Jess was wearing her customary crimson lipstick, and she looked so genuinely in love that Kyla melted against Jackson a little.
    The ceremony was brief but beautiful, and when it was over, the guests walked across a small meadow for drinks while the wait staff rearranged the seating for the reception.
    That was where Kyla saw Michael. He had another woman on his arm. By the looks of her, she was already drunk. She had a visible tattoo on one breast, peeking out from under a tight black dress barely long enough to cover her ass. Kyla gripped Jackson’s arm in sudden shock, feeling disoriented. Michael was here? But another part of her realized, of course he was here. He was one of Jess’s oldest friends. Why would she expect Jess to exclude him from her wedding? Today was about Jess and her new husband. But even as she thought it, Kyla couldn’t help feeling a little betrayed.
    Jackson looked at her, instantly concerned. “Kyla?”
    “He’s here.”
    Jackson’s eyes swept the crowd until he spotted Michael. He turned and guided Kyla away from Michael wordlessly, finding them a table nestled in a semi-private alcove, out of Michael’s sight. Kyla felt herself shaking. She kept straining to find Michael, to make sure he couldn’t sneak up on her. Jackson took her hands in his.
    “You’re fine, Kyla.” He stared into her face until she met his eyes.