Shannon sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the wedding dress lying over the back of the chair. Like many other females, she'd dreamed of her wedding day since she was a little girl. She pictured herself in an elegant white dress with a long flowing train; her arm hooked with her father's, as he walked her down the aisle lined with rose petals. They nodded at the smiling faces of family and friends as she floated toward her handsome bridegroom. Until recently, she'd never been able to see the groom's face. Now Spinelli waited for her at the altar, his smoldering charcoal gaze fixed on her as if she were the only person in the room. What he did for a tuxedo should be illegal. The thoughts reeling through her mind of 'wedding' daydreams as she walked toward him sent her cheeks to a poin
