The scene in front of him wasn't his own, but the image of Wyatt leading her to toast at the banquet. The crystal chandelier gleamed magnificently, casting a bright light that made her golden dress sparkle. Wyatt's hand was placed against her waist, tracing the curve from her waist to her hip, a gentle rise and fall like the dunes of a desert.

Van's breath caught, and instinctively, he felt the constriction of the tie. It wasn't until he raised his hand that he remembered the tie was ...