Chapter Eight
Mac was having the dream again. He'd been having this dream since he was a teen, and he’d come to truly understand what marriage meant. In the recurring dream, it was his wedding day. Lana was a vision as she came to him. Dressed in a vibrant vanilla white gown. The design was simple, understated, like the woman who didn’t like to draw much attention to herself. Lana had always preferred to sit quietly in the background, observing while she recorded the details.
However, an important detail of this vision was wrong. There was no slit in this dress to show off her slender calves. The straps slid off her shoulders, detracting from the heart shape of her collarbone. It was a feature Mac knew all too well as he’d spent countless afternoons kissing the skin there.
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