Hunter's POV
The morning of my second wedding arrived with the kind of perfect fall sunshine that seemed deliberate, as if nature itself approved of what I was about to do. I stood in my parents' garden, watching the staff set up a few rows of chairs, my hands shoved in my pockets to hide the fact they weren't steady.
This wasn't supposed to be how I felt. Second marriages were supposed to be practical affairs, especially ones happening so soon after losing a spouse. But as I watched the workers transform the garden into something simple yet elegant, my heart hammered against my ribs like a teenager's. I was—
"Nervous?" My father's voice.
I turned to find him approaching, dressed in a charcoal suit that made him look distinguished. The resemblance between us was striking, same build, s
