I surveyed my reflection in the mirror. I’d curled my blond hair so that it hung in loose waves around my face. And had spent far too long creating a shimmery eye-makeup look. The dress had a strapless bodice that hugged my curves. A full tulle skirt flowed out from my waist. The pale blush tone complemented my complexion perfectly. I’d fallen in love with the piece the moment I walked in the door. And when I tried it on, I’d felt…beautiful. But standing in front of the mirror now, I felt foolish.

“Oh, well.” It was too late now. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table and cursed. The last thing I needed was to miss my own wedding.

Mason had arranged for a judge to do the ceremony at City Hall. So, we didn’t have to make the drive to the courthouse a few towns over. However, I was sure judges were busy people and couldn’t wait around for tardy brides. I snatched up my clutch and headed downstairs and outside.

The sun shone extra brightly as I slipped behind the wheel of my hatchback. I resisted the urge to text Justin for the fourth time today. He and Lyla had been invited over to Jensen and Tuck’s to have a sleepover. Lyla had been beside herself with excitement to spend the night at a wild horse rescue, and Jensen had promised to take her for a ride. But that didn’t stop my worrying.

I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as I guided my vehicle off the property and onto the road into town. The drive was short, only a couple of minutes, but my stomach still managed to knit itself into intricate knots. I slid into an empty space in front of City Hall and caught sight of Mason’s Range Rover a few spots down.

I took a deep breath. “You can do this. It’s just for a little while.” We hadn’t even settled on how long—so many significant details still to figure out.

I pushed open my door and stood, brushing out invisible wrinkles in the skirt of my dress. I closed the door and started towards the building that looked like a modern reincarnation of something from Old West times. My heels clicked on the asphalt, making the man on the sidewalk turn around.

Taking him in, my steps faltered. The navy-blue suit had to be custom-made, it fit him so well. Highlighting broad shoulders and a narrow waist. And the color of the material only made the gold in his irises seem to glow. His thick scruff was neatly trimmed and I had the sudden urge to know what it would feel like against my fingertips.

Mason swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You look…amazing.”

My fingers itched to smooth my dress again. “It might be a little much—”