She felt her knees start to buckle. No way. She was not passing out after everything that had just happened. She locked her knees, but that only made the sudden light-headedness worse.

“I’ve got you.” Eric was there. “You protected me, and I’ve got you.”

Nice words. Wonderful words. But it was more like… “We have each other,” she whispered.

He smiled at her.

She didn’t pass out. Did. Not.

The ambulance’s scream grew louder.

“I need a new tattoo…” Piper whispered. “Can’t let his mark stay on me. I won’t. Gonna have to get that moon changed into something else.”

Epilogue

“Okay, you’re going to be pissed, but you need help.”

Piper glanced up, frowning when she saw Ben’s reflection in the mirror. He looked all suave and debonair in his tux, his hair perfectly in place while she—

God, she felt like a hot mess.

“Isn’t your maid of honor supposed to help you with pre-wedding rituals?” Ben asked pointedly. Then he frowned over at the maid in question.

Layla glanced up from the magazine she’d been reading. The Rock smiled from the cover. Layla lifted a brow at Ben. “Getting dressed isn’t a ritual. I think Piper can handle that all on her own.”

“No, forget getting dressed. She’s dressed. The gown is on. She’s got the flowers. I was talking about the other stuff.” He wiggled his brows. “The something old, the something new, the—”

“The something borrowed, something blue,” Layla finished. Sighing, she put down Dwayne Johnson. “I am a detective. I have taken care of these things. Her dress is new, her underwear is old—”

“OhmyGod.” Piper squeezed her eyes closed. “You two are such trouble when you get together.”

“I let her borrow my necklace. Thank you very much.” Layla glanced at her nails. “Really, all she needs is—”

“Something blue,” Ben announced flatly. “And if she doesn’t have it, she’s going to start her marriage with bad luck. Can’t we all agree that we’ve had enough of that?”

Piper rolled back her shoulders. “I don’t think Mark counts as bad luck.” She rolled back her shoulders again. Just for fun. The dress was strapless, and she liked the way the soft satin felt when she did the little roll.

“He counts more as a psychotic,” Layla agreed, “if you ask me.”

Ben’s face peered next to Piper’s in the mirror. “I see no blue. Not even a hint. Not anywhere.”

“Your eyes are blue,” she told him. “And you’re usually in my space. Doesn’t that count?”

He smiled. Dimples flashed. “It does if I get to be the one walking you down the aisle.”

Her lips parted. She didn’t know what to say.