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hereby pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Chapter Four
    You may kiss the bride.
At Ian's words, Harley leaned down to place a soft, chaste kiss on Monica's trembling lips, squeezing her hands in his. "We'll finish this later," he whispered, then straightened, pulling her behind him as he turned to face the man who'd so rudely interrupted. "My bride's father, I presume? I'm afraid you missed the ceremony, but I'm sure we could probably scare up some champagne if you want to celebrate with us." He smiled, enjoying how the man's face turned red, with purple veins popping up on his neck. Monica hadn't been kidding when she'd said he had a temper.
"I'm Stephen Burns, and that's my daughter behind you," the man said, leaning to the side for a glimpse of his daughter. "Monica, what is the meaning of this? Show yourself, girl."
Monica was still grasping Harley's hand, her grip so tight he'd have marks from her nails. He wondered where else she'd leave marks, the thought making him wish they were anywhere but here. He regarded her father, tall and slender with nary a gray hair. Dressed in a sharp black suit and a colorful tie that probably cost more than the bike helmet Monica had trashed, he was an imposing figure. He wasn't going to be happy when he went home empty handed, and it didn't look like he was going to go easy from the two burly guys standing just inside the chapel doors. Glancing over his shoulder he winked at Monica, struggling not to react to her snow-white face. He held out her hand to the minister.
"Ian, I think my wife is a bit overwhelmed. Would you show her to the back while I introduce myself to my new father-in-law?" Ian nodded, taking Monica's hand and pulling her gently toward a small door behind the altar. There was a back door from the minister's quarters, and hopefully Ian could sneak her out before anyone thought to check. Harley waited until the door closed, then descended the stairs to address his nemesis.
"Harlan Majors, owner of Fantasy Ranch and your new son-in-law. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." He held out his hand, somehow keeping a pleasant smile pasted to his lips. "You can call me Harley." He waited, eyes locked on the other man's in a tense, powerful stare. Knowing he couldn't back down, he held firm, confident that Mr. Burns would rise to the challenge of being civilized.
After several long moments, strong fingers wrapped around his in a crushing grip. "I can't say it's a pleasure," Burns said, a grudging note of respect in his voice. "But we'll see. You own this whole compound?" He released Harley's hand, glancing around the room.
"We prefer to call it an adult theme park, but yes."
Burns motioned slightly to his guards and they walked out without a word, leaving them alone.
Harley decided to be hospitable. “I’d be happy to have someone give you a tour if you'd like. I think you'll find we put a lot of work into making fantasy a reality."
Burns nodded, running his fingers over the back of a pristine white pew. "I take it you're doing well then?"
"We do okay." Harley frowned as he watched Burns sit in the front row, an unconcerned smile on his face. "I'm sure your daughter will be happy here."
Burns chuckled, sending a chill through Harley. "Perhaps she would have. Unfortunately, she has a contract to fulfill, and I'm afraid I can't allow her to stay. My business is too important for a mere female to derail." The door opened at the back of the room, and one of Burns' men stepped in, nodding once. "Ah," Burns said, rising. "There's my ride. I wish I could stay longer, but I'm afraid I have important things to attend to. You'll excuse me?"
"You sonofabitch." Harley sprinted behind the altar and slammed the office door open then ran through the empty room to the back exit and out into the alley. A woman's cries for help rang out through the crisp night air, and he took off around the corner and through the graveyard. He reached the main road just in time to see Ian on