Single Mum's Bodyguard. Lisa Childs

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СКАЧАТЬ his fear making his deep voice even gruffer. “She was nearly killed. So I’m going to need to keep an eye on her.”

      “She’s going to hate that,” Dane reminded him. Nikki Payne was fiercely independent. There was no way she was saying yes to Lars’s proposal.

      But before he could offer his friend any more advice, Lars continued, “So I’m going to need you to keep an eye on Emilia. You need to make sure nothing happens to her.” Lars’s brow was furrowed, his concern for his sister apparent.

      Dane couldn’t refuse his request any more than he’d been able to ignore Cooper’s order to attend the wedding. Yeah, friendship had already caused him enough problems. He wanted nothing to do with family, romance or love.

      “I also need you to talk to Emilia,” Lars said, “and make sure that, after everything she went through, she’s really okay.”

      “Why wouldn’t she be?” Dane asked. “Myron Webber is dead. He can’t hurt her anymore.”

      “Just because he’s dead doesn’t mean he’s not still hurting her,” Lars said. “She woke up with nightmares for weeks after we rescued her.”

      “PTSD?” he asked.

      Lars nodded. “I think so. But I never really experienced that myself. That’s why I need you to talk to her.”

      “Why me?” Dane asked.

      “I bunked next to you for months at a time,” Lars reminded him. “You have as many nightmares as she does.”

      Dane tensed. “I don’t talk about that stuff...” Not with his friends. He certainly wasn’t going to talk to some young woman who already had enough nightmares of her own. “I can’t help her.”

      Lars studied his face for a while before uttering a sigh of resignation. “Fine. Just watch out for her, make sure she doesn’t get any more nightmares from whatever the hell might happen here today.”

      Just what kind of weddings did Penny Payne plan that people risked developing PTSD after them?

      * * *

      A lot of weddings had taken place in Penny Payne’s Little White Wedding Chapel. Some real. Some staged to flush out serial killers. Some hadn’t taken place at all. Brides had changed their minds. Or gunmen had taken the church hostage before the wedding was able to take place.

      Penny wasn’t worried about this bride changing her mind. She stared at her reflection in the oval mirror in the bride’s dressing room.

      Was it ridiculous that she wore a gown?

      It wasn’t white. At fifty...something...and with four grown kids, that would have been ridiculous. But the tea-length, lacy bronze dress looked like a wedding gown. For the second time in her life, Penny was a bride.

      Her first groom had been a boy. Together they’d grown up. And he had become a man—one who’d made mistakes. One mistake had brought a child into the world with another woman. One had gotten him killed.

      She had survived both of his mistakes. But then she’d spent the next nearly two decades afraid of making a mistake of her own. So she’d focused on her kids and her business and she’d protected her heart—until that day she’d nearly lost her chapel to those gunmen.

      Her kids—the ones she’d given birth to and the ones she’d claimed as hers—had saved everyone that day. But Penny had still lost something she had never intended to risk again.

      Her heart.

      But this groom she could trust. He wasn’t a boy. He was a man. Woodrow Lynch wouldn’t make mistakes that would hurt her. He loved her as much as she loved him.

      No. She wasn’t going to back out and neither would Woodrow. Penny wasn’t worried about that. She wasn’t even worried about all the minute details of a ceremony that she usually insisted on overseeing herself.

      She didn’t need to do that anymore, not since she’d hired Emilia Ecklund. The beautiful blonde appeared next to her in the reflection in the mirror. She carefully pinned the tiny bronze lace veil onto Penny’s coif of auburn curls.

      “You look so beautiful,” Emilia told her with such awe that Penny couldn’t doubt her sincerity. She was such a sweet, sincere young woman. “Everything’s ready.”

      Penny’s heart lurched. Not with nerves over the marriage. She knew that would be good. But now a few doubts flickered in about the wedding details. Emilia had seemed kind of distracted the past few weeks. Penny opened her mouth to ask a couple of questions, just to confirm.

      But Emilia shushed her with a smile. “Everything’s ready,” she repeated with calm assurance. There was not even a trace of nerves in her soft voice or on her beautiful face.

      Penny believed her. Emilia had been about to graduate with her bachelor’s degree in hospitality and event planning when her world had been turned upside down. After her rescue, she had been working hard to right her world again.

      Maybe too hard.

      Dark circles rimmed her pale blue eyes. Of course, she had an infant at home, too. New mothers rarely got enough sleep. That was probably why she’d seemed distracted lately.

      Penny reached up and patted her cheek. “Thank you, Emilia, for making not just this day so special for me but for making my workload so much lighter since you started working for me.”

      Emilia’s beautiful eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she blinked her long black lashes and cleared away the moisture. She smiled again, but it was as if she had to force up the corners of her mouth.

      “Is everything all right?” Penny asked her.

      “Yes, I told you it was,” Emilia replied. “We’re ready to start the ceremony. Are you ready?”

      Penny sucked in a sharp breath. She was getting married again. She was pledging to share the rest of her life with another. She couldn’t wait. “Yes, please send my kids in here. I am raring to walk down the aisle to my groom.”

      But as Emilia turned away to open the door, Penny caught her arm. The odd sensation raced over her—one of those god-awful premonitions she had that something was about to go very wrong.

      Not today.

      Of all days, not today...

      “What is it?” Emilia asked. Alarm drained the color from her face. “Are you having second thoughts?”

      “Definitely not,” Penny said. “I can’t wait to marry my soul mate. But...”

      “I told you, everything’s fine.”

      “I’m sure you did everything right,” Penny said. “But I have that feeling...”

      Emilia sucked in a sharp breath now. Penny had told her about the feelings that came over her, about her instincts that warned her when something horrible was going to happen.

      “I’ll double-check everything,” her assistant assured her. “Don’t worry.”

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