Sweetest Mistake (Nolan Brothers #2) (32 page)

“I still can’t believe how fabulous you look in that dress. When Luke sees you—”

The church door banged open with enough force it bounced off the stone wall.

And then he was there, filling the doorway.

On shaky legs, Emily stood.

He strode through the vestibule, but his hurried steps slowed. He peered into each one of their faces. “What’s going on?”

“You’re late.” Shea’s tone held a sharp edge. “Where have you been?”

A commotion erupted and two more bodies stumbled into the church. The doors slammed shut behind them.

Noah, holding on to Leo, who seemed barely able to stand, cursed. “You gotta help me out here, Leo.”

Leo’s hand came out to grip the wall. “Got it.” He swayed when Noah let go.

Shea cursed.

Noah held up a hand. “It’s okay. We’re okay. Well, Leo’s car is totaled and the tree he ran into had a nice gash taken out of it, but thank God he didn’t kill anyone.” His face twisted into a frown. “Why do you all have that weird look on your faces? What’s going on?”

Leo hiccupped.

A muscle ticked along Luke’s jaw. “They thought I wasn’t coming.”

Emily’s heart lurched. “Don’t b-b-be silly.”

Cold fury leapt to life in his eyes. “Yes, let’s don’t.”

“Why didn’t you call someone?” A shadow of annoyance tinted Jack’s voice. “We’ve been sitting here waiting, not knowing what was going on.”

“I did call,” Noah said. “There’s no cell service, so I called and talked to the church receptionist.”

A ripple of awkwardness passed through the group, and they watched as the receptionist approached Father John at the altar. He nodded and motioned to them, then headed down the aisle.

“I just heard,” he said. “Is he all right?”

“He’s drunk.” Shea spat the words with disgust.

John muttered something in another language.

Leo’s eyes glittered. “You have no idea.”

Father John turned to Luke. “We should get started. The next group will be here any moment.”

Leo staggered toward the last row church pew and collapsed onto his back with feet sticking out into the aisle. The four other brothers moved toward the altar, and Mina hurried in the direction of the vestibule.

Emily set her heels. “Can’t we just… start?”

“Are you sure?”

Emily nodded.

Talons of dismay reached out to claw at her when she moved to stand beside Luke at the altar.

His anger whipped into a furious storm and radiated off him. It was the first time she’d ever looked at him and seen something ugly.

Father John came to stand before them with a warm smile. When he spoke, he sounded faraway, and her mind struggled to grasp the meaning of his words.

The ceremony passed in a haze for Emily.

When Luke placed his hand on the Bible, so did she. He felt cool and stiff to the touch. When he turned to face her, she turned also, though her gaze fixed on the column of his throat.

“I, Luke, take you, Emily, to be my wife.” She detected no softness in his voice.

Her hands started to shake.

“I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

A crude belch resounded from the back row of the church.

Father John’s face flushed with anger. “Emily, do you take Luke, to have and to hold, from this day forth, until death parts you?”

“I d-do.” Her voice barely rose above a whisper.

“Repeat after me. I, Emily, take you, Luke, to be my husband.”

Many long seconds ticked by before she was able to utter a word. “I, Em-Emily, take y-you, Luke, to b-b-be m-my husband.”

A sob built in her throat. “I promise to b-be true to you in good times and in b-b-bad, in sickness and in health.”

Luke’s hand closed over hers and she drew a deep, steadying breath. “I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

Father John’s strong voice carried through the church. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

The pianist struck the piano and a joyous melody trumpeted.

Luke held out his arm and Emily slipped her hand under the crook of his elbow. He fired a look at Shea and Jack, as if to say,
Are you happy now?

There was little happiness in her heart when they walked back down the aisle, arm in arm, as husband and wife.

As Luke and Emily emerged into the chilly December air, large snowflakes wept from the sky. Church bells rang out, the peal of their chimes spilling across the hillside cemetery to drop off the cliff side and fade away over the waters of Lake Michigan.

Gray clouds loomed off shore, while waves crashed against the rock face below. Much like the anger churning inside him.

They’d thought he wasn’t going to show up to his own wedding.

Worse, Emily had thought it, too. He’d seen the truth on her pale, stricken face.

He’d dedicated his entire life to being a good guy, and that was what he had to show for it? His own brothers, his wife, didn’t trust he’d do the right thing?

He might’ve defended himself, except he didn’t want to talk about what he’d been doing. He didn’t want to recall the sickness that slithered through him when he first saw Leo’s mangled truck. The weight of the shackles that’d clamped around his ankles, or the burden choking the breath from his body. The flashback had been one of his worst yet.

They were coming more often, more intensely, and it was taking him longer to recover from the attacks.

His jaw clenched so tightly, he couldn’t speak when he opened the passenger-side door of his car for Emily.

She drew back. “Do you m-mind w-waiting a m-m-minute?”

With a shove that felt good, he slammed the car door shut and leaned against the vehicle. He rammed his hands into the pockets of his black wool coat for shelter against the cold air.

Rather than reenter the church as he expected her to do, Emily set off down the hillside. She hiked up her puffy skirts and trampled through the snow in her delicate heels. At her mother’s grave, she laid her bridal bouquet of deep red roses across the tombstone and scampered back through the wet snow.

The fiery lash of his anger cooled. He needed to let it go. No matter how they’d come to it, they were married now.

The thought calmed him as she hurried up the drive.

When she approached the car, he blocked the passenger-side door, and for the first time since he’d arrived at the church, he noticed the dark shadows under her eyes and the pallor of her complexion. A deep disquiet disturbed the smooth whiskey in her eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” The words traveled directly from his brain to his tongue.

He wasn’t referring to the way she wore her hair, down and pinned back at the sides, or the fancy dress, but the rest of her. All the parts people didn’t see.

His gaze slipped down the thin column of her throat.

Her pulse scrambled. “Luke, I’m sorry—”

He stopped her with a gesture. “It’s okay. Let’s just get through this dinner so we can go home.”

Shea had closed the pub for the night and planned a quiet dinner for the family. Luke contemplated skipping out on it altogether, but he hadn’t eaten since grabbing some shitty fast food earlier in the day and she deserved some merriment on her disastrous wedding day.

They drove the short distance to the pub in silence. He parked in the back lot and helped her out of the car. His hand at the small of her back, he pulled open the pub door.

A cheer went up.

A nasty curse shot from him and he bared his teeth at the horde of bodies packed into the dimly lit room.

Shea’s face appeared before him. “Sorry, man. Word got out and I couldn’t stop them.”

Luke looked down at Emily.

Her smile wavered. “All your friends are here. How nice.”

Then the crowd rushed forward to engulf them and separated her from him.

L
oud, laughing faces swam before Emily. Someone stepped down hard on her foot and she tripped. An elbow poked her in the ribs and she shrank back to the edge of the crowd.

Bodies rushed in to fill the hole left in her wake.

She retreated to a booth tucked into an alcove at the edge of the celebration and collapsed onto the hard bench.

She watched him and the way his friends interacted with him. Always flirting. Always offering him more than he asked for, but he smiled and joked with them all.

The pinch in her chest twisted with misery.

Emily shook herself. She was his wife, and she wanted him to be happy. She wanted his friends to like her. She needed to make an effort.

Someone slid into the booth across from her. She had a familiar face, and Emily soon recalled meeting her at the pub the night she and Luke had dropped by for dinner. Jenna, the flirty one.

Emily smiled.

Jenna scowled. “You bitch.”

Emily gasped.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Jenna laughed. “Actually, I’m not kidding, but it isn’t you personally that I hate. Any woman that married Luke was going to be despised in this town.”

Jenna teetered away, and thus ended Emily’s attempt to woo Luke’s crowd.

Self-consciousness rushed forward to swamp her. She sensed their eyes on her. Assessing, judging. What she at first assumed were curious glances, she now suspected were something else.

They thought she wasn’t good enough for him.

When another figure appeared at the table, Emily filled with apprehension. So when she looked up into a Haven’s friendly face, she nearly wept with relief.

She threw her arms around her old friend. “It’s so good to see y-you.”

“I almost gave up.” Haven’s long brown hair hung in soft waves down her back and her raspy voice matched her sassy personality. “This place is nearly impossible to get to.”

They sat on opposite sides of the table. “I know. I’m sorry it’s been so awful for you.”

Haven raised the wineglass in her hand. “I’m almost over the trauma.”

Haven was much the way Emily remembered her from college, except with a solemn light behind her eyes that Emily didn’t recall ever seeing before. Emily supposed she must appear similarly changed.

Haven leaned forward in the booth. “So tell me, which one is he?”

A blush touched Emily’s cheeks as she scanned the crowd and pointed Luke out to her friend.

Haven’s big brown eyes widened. “Holy shit, I’m just gonna say it—your husband is freaking hot.”

Someone bumped Haven’s arm and her wine sloshed.

Jenna fell into the booth beside Emily. “So, Emma, have you met my friend Kate?”

Emily looked up to see Kate hovering at the head of the table.

“Congratulations.” Kate sank into the booth next to Haven. A shadow of pain touched her blue eyes. “I didn’t know you two were even dating.”

Shock rendered her mute. “Oh, well, uh…”

“It was a bit of a whirlwind romance. Love at first sight.” Haven jumped in. “I mean, what’s not to love, am I right, Emily?”

Haven hung a heavy emphasis on her name and Emily buried her face behind her water glass.

Luke had told her he and Kate were not a couple. Had he lied? Or had Kate harbored secret feelings for him? Guilt and unease rushed to the surface of her skin as a heated blush.

A Cheshire cat smile curled Jenna’s lips and she raised her beer. “How about a toast? To love at first sight?”

A wave of nausea hit Emily and she lifted her glass.

“Wait, is that water?” Jenna peered into Emily’s glass. “Why are you drinking water at your wedding reception?”

Riotous warmth flushed Emily’s face. Her brain rushed ahead of her tongue and everything got jumbled up in her throat.

“Omigod,” Jenna gasped. “Are you pregnant?”

Emily wanted to deny it, but then she caught the slash of pain on Kate’s face and she just stared, mute.