Chapter 23
NOAH
There’s nothing like the smell of a woman on your skin to make the minutes go by slowly.
The taste of Sophia’s kiss is still on my mind and on my tongue. Sitting in the en suite cottage’s grandiose dining hall beside Lachlan and the rest of the groomsmen, I listen intently to the wedding’s officiating reverend, wishing I had stayed in the bedroom with Sophia when I had a chance.
Lachlan in a collared shirt nudges me from his seat at the grand oak table. “I need a drink.”
I can’t lie. The thought of scotch has been in the recesses of my mind, swimming in the back.
But I sip a dark coffee instead, my ears struggling to pick up the soft sayings of the graying man who smells a little like moth balls. The reverend coughs out loud, straightening to his full height.
He fold
