Chapter 2
Brace kept trying to fiddle with the ring that was no longer on his finger. It was a nervous habit he picked up shortly after he inherited it, and now he couldn’t stop reaching for it. If his father knew he had offered the family heirloom as the wedding gift, the old man would have threatened to disown him. Or perhaps cancel the wedding entirely. But his father was dead, the ring belonged to Brace, and he had no reason to be nervous.
Unfortunately, it didn’t matter how many times he told himself that. As he waited for the bedroom door to open, and the stranger who would be his husband to enter, his anxiety only heightened. He paced. He ran his hands through his hair and wondered if he should have visited a barber. He smoothed his fingers over his beard and wondered if he should
