Chapter Nine
Lana felt as though she was standing naked in the halls of the church without the ring. Fitting as she was standing near an altar, in a stolen wedding dress, with the man she’d jilted nearly a year ago. Not only had he taken her ring, but he’d also held her—something Lana hadn’t realized she’d needed so desperately. And now he’d let her go.
No ring. No hug. No Mac.
Mac had given her his word that he'd love no one but her for the rest of his life. Yet now he had a new fiancée. No—a bride.
Both Brenda and Patty had said that they were already married, and they were only now planning their wedding. Which one belonged to Mac? Lana had no idea which one. She didn’t know Mac’s type. Was it the lean, brunette-haired Brenda? Or the curvy, redheaded Patty?
For as long as Lana had
