One hour earlier. The Fiona sat motionless on the water, and Landon Hale stood on deck like a statue carved from stone.
His dark eyes tracked the fireworks blooming over Crestport Bay, and the faintest smile curved his lips, soft, almost tender.
Fiona saw it and flushed pink to the tips of her ears.
She hooked her arm through his, her voice trembling with excitement. "Landon, thank you for the fireworks. I'm finally... going to be your bride."
Landon didn't correct her about what those fireworks actually meant. He didn't move at all, his gaze following the lights until the very last one wilted from the sky and the cigarette between his fingers had burned to ash.
Only then did he lift his hand and brush it gently over her hair. "Go rest. Tomorrow will be exhausting."
Fiona shook her h
