But above all, the most wonderful part had been the man who stood beside her, and who’d taken her hand and pledged to love her, protect her, and provide for her as long as they both lived. She peeked up at him now, still in his tuxedo, his thick brown hair swept back across his head. A light layer of facial hair covered his jaw, and her belly tightened. He’d asked if she wanted him to shave for the big day, but she’d said no. She loved that look on him, and it reminded her of the first day they’d met.

He must have felt her gaze, because he turned his head and looked down at her, his brown eyes soft. The elevator dinged and the doors opened, and he took her by the hand and led her down the hallway. It was near midnight and not a soul was around. In silence, they entered their room and the door clicked shut behind them.

They faced each other, and Andrew brushed a hand across her bare shoulder, sweeping her hair back. “This was the first thing I noticed about you,” he said quietly. “I stood behind you and stared at it…and then you turned around and flashed those green eyes at me just for a second, and I was a goner.”

She shivered at the look in his eyes and rose up on her toes to press a kiss to his jaw.

His large hands continued down her body. “This dress is beautiful,” he rasped. “And you look incredible in it. But I want it off.”

She smiled and turned her back to him. “If you’ll unbutton the back, I’ll change into something…else.” She’d asked Emma to put a small bag in the bathroom when their stuff was brought to the room, and she couldn’t wait to see Andrew’s reaction.

His fingers worked quickly, and she felt the bodice loosen around her torso. She pressed her hands against her chest and stomach to keep it from sliding to the floor, and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door. She changed quickly, carefully hanging her dress on the padded hanger Emma had left.

When she reemerged, she found Andrew sitting on the edge of the bed. He’d removed his jacket and sat in his white shirt and black slacks, his bowtie undone and hanging around his neck. He leaned forward, his forearms resting on his knees, his head bent.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

He lifted his head, and a slow, seductive smile spread across his face as his gaze swept down her body. “You’re wearing scrubs.”

“Pink ones.”

His eyes didn’t leave her even for a second as she walked toward him. He was a little more subdued than normal, but in a way that was tender and focused.

“What were you thinking about, just now?” she asked.