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is your brother?”
    “Yes.”
    “Stephanie is my sister.”
    Knowing this marriage meant Luke would soon become part of her family sent panic from the base of her skull down to her toes. This man, who had at first brought her unspeakable passion, who had awakened something deep within her, and then rejected her, was here to participate in the union of their two families.
    It was wrong on every imaginable level. And so totally unfair.
    “Luke!” Colin called out as he walked towards them. “Hey, bro, I see you’ve met my lovely sister.”
    How could this be happening?
    “Yes,” Luke said, avoiding eye contact. “We just met.”
    “What did I tell you? Huh? She’s single, and I think she’d be just your type.”
    I’m not hearing this. This isn’t real. “Julie, Luke, here, is a Navy SEAL.”
    Check that one off my list. Figures.
    Her anger at how completely fucked up this all was gave her strength. “Oh, is that so?” She lowered her eyelids and spoke while tilting her head back, viewing his face through the tiniest slits her eyes could make. “Looks more like a UPS driver to me.”
    “Ha. You’re funny, sis,” Colin said. He leaned into Luke and whispered just loudly enough so she could hear him. “I think she likes you,” following it up with a waggle of his eyebrows. Colin threw his arm around Luke’s shoulders, which looked ridiculous since Luke was nearly three inches taller and probably outweighed him by forty pounds. He dragged Luke to the kitchen.
    Julie slammed the front door so hard it sounded like a sonic boom. Voices in the other room immediately stopped. Her mother poked her head around the corner, her eyebrows knitted.
    “Sorry. The wind caught it.”
    Her mother smiled and disappeared again.
    Luke stood by his sister and was shaking hands with several of the other groomsmen and being introduced to family members. He shook hands with Julie’s parents, which was one of the strangest scenes Julie had witnessed in a long time.
    Julie decided she’d just ignore him. Whenever he moved into her line of sight, she’d turn her back. She’d stare to the side to avoid having to see him out of the corner of her eye. She’d look down, or check her fingernails—she’d look anywhere and everywhere but in his direction. There was no way she was going to tolerate his scrutiny before she’d had a good and thorough talk with herself and perhaps a nice, long, private cry.
    Very quickly, Julie ran out of places she could look without appearing to be a social deviant. She began to feel like one. Her mother had come over to her several times, asking if she was feeling well. That meant her efforts to look casual and unaffected were definitely not working.
    The minister arrived, and the rehearsal began in earnest. She was put into position behind Stephanie’s friends. And—of course!—Luke was placed in the corresponding position on Colin’s side.
    Great. She wondered what else could go wrong. And she didn’t have to wait long to find out.
    The minister wanted the bridesmaids and groomsmen to walk in together, all the pairs from the wedding party, arm in arm. She tried her very best not to touch him, which was naturally impossible. She tried not to have their legs brush against each other, which was also impossible. She tried not to think about the electric sizzle of his arm as he hugged hers to his side. And while she got more and more tense, he relaxed.
    And he threaded the fingers of his right hand through the ones on her left, holding them tight against his chest. He rubbed the length of her forefinger as she tried not to move hers, but the warmth of his fingertips on the back of her hand, along the sides, and between her fingers in an intimate linking was making her ears buzz. She even had to tolerate a knowing smile from her brother, and his wiggling eyebrows. She gladly parted company with Luke and took her position at the end of the line of bridesmaids.
    Thank goodness they didn’t have to