Nate’s eyes found hers as she walked down the short aisle on her father’s arm. Desire flickered across his face, making her cheeks heat. They hadn’t made love in the four weeks since their meeting. Nate had met with her father to ask for her hand in marriage before heading back to New York. He had a business to run.

He looked good. Better than good. The suit fit him perfectly, made his shoulders look even broader, and for a moment she let herself imagine this was real. That he was ...