Chapter Forty

“This would actually be romantic if he wasn't trying to steal you from me,” Kyle whispered into Leslie's ear. Although she turned to give him an amused smile, she could sense the nervous energy emanating from him. He was scared, and she was rightfully so because she had spent years loving the same man even when it wasn't necessary or logical. “He's not trying to steal me, though,” she said. Watching as her brother re-entered the room, followed closely by a battered, disheveled Luke. “He wouldn't leave,” Shaun announced as he walked forward and took his initial position behind his sister. “I'm not here to cause any trouble,” Luke said loudly. “I just wanna talk to you, Leslie.” “You said you just wanted to stay for the wedding!” Shaun pointed out, and Luke tilted his head as he passed an apologetic look on his face. “I might have tweaked the truth there—Leslie?” He watched as her fiancé's hand unconsciously began to reach for hers, and his heart sank when their fingers entwined.