The white floor length dress she was wearing made the most of her curves while managing to keep her baby bump from becoming the focus of everyone’s eyes. She’d been told she was coming to do promotional photos with her parents for their dance studio; she and her mom should be in white formal dresses while her dad would be in a tux. Well, her dad was wearing a tux as he held out his arm to Angel, but her mom was wearing a purple formal gown. She came up beside Angel, a white veil in her hands, eyes already brimming with happy tears.

Angel’s mouth opened and no sound came out. She looked like she was ready for a photo shoot. Her makeup was flawless, emphasizing her almond shaped eyes and high cheekbones, and her hair pulled back into a pile of curls which looked effortless, but had probably taken an hour to achieve. As her mother tucked the veil into her hair, Angel looked across the room at where Adam was standing in a tux, with Jared by his side, her best friend Leigh opposite him, and Sam in between them (wearing a bathrobe over his suit for some reason), and burst into tears.

Dammit.

She’d really thought she was going to win that $20 from Patrick.

Looking alarmed, Adam bolted past where Olivia was sitting and down the aisle to his erstwhile bride. Across the aisle, standing next to his girlfriend Lexie, Patrick smirked at Olivia. The bastard. She scowled at him.

‘She’s still here,’ she mouthed at the jerk. She glanced at Leigh, who just smiled serenely and didn’t look at all worried about her best friend sobbing in the back of her surprise wedding.

Patrick and Olivia’s heads both swiveled around to the back of the room - where everyone else’s attention was. Well, some people were trying to pretend they were politely looking away. Others were leaning in for a closer look, or maybe to try and hear what Adam was saying to his crying bride. Olivia ignored the little tingle on the back of her neck which said the man sitting next to her was leaning into her personal space. There was no way she was going to let him know how much he was getting to her. He was probably just trying to get a better look anyway. Even if it was none of his business. She didn’t know why he’d even been invited.

“It doesn’t look like she’s going to punch him.” The deep, rumbling whisper did naughty things to her lady parts, but Olivia didn’t allow any of her muscles to stiffen. She had far more control than that. “I think you might have won the bet.”

Arching one eyebrow, Olivia turned her head just enough to pierce Luke Davis with a haughty look. “If I did, I wouldn’t need you to tell me so.”