Heaven stood in the archway near the front of the church, staring at Dylan. She knew him. How could she not? She’d seen his face so many times in the tabloids. Yet something about him struck a familiar chord. His perfect smile nudged her heart. The short time they’d known each other felt like a lifetime, which was impossible.
She checked her watch. Yep. Just a little over thirty minutes since she and Dylan had met. Why did he feel like an old friend instead of a stranger? Not that she’d had many guy friends in high school. Quite the opposite. Even the last few years of college only earned her two male acquaintances—and one relationship, one horrible relationship.
“I still can’t believe the press had you surrounded.”
Chelsea’s voice erased the thoughts tormenting Heaven’s mind. She was t
