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Eli sat next to Adeline on the church pew, rubbing a thumb over her knuckles. She was beautiful, wearing a baby blue dress that hit her legs mid-thigh, and her hair fell down her back, with ringlets framing her face. It took everything in him not to drag her to the altar and marry her right then and there. He couldn’t think of a reason not to, and Eli doubted he’d ever meet anyone who would be her equal. Adeline was funny and selfless, and the most amazing kisser. It didn’t hurt that she was a professional chocolatier. Though he supposed the fact that this was Leanne’s wedding, and not his, was reason enough to stay put. That, and he didn’t know what Adeline would think of the idea of marriage. Eli didn’t want to press his luck.
The guests stood, craning their necks to try to see the
