“Hi. Can I help you?” the woman asked.
“Friend of the bride,” Luke said.
“Sir.” She gave him a once over from his old, beat-up baseball cap to his equally beat-up boots. “The ceremony has already started.”
“That’s all right—I’ll sneak in the back.”
“Dude, she said no.” Rental tux stepped in front of Luke and tried to bow up.
Luke scrunched up his face. “Did you just ‘dude’ me?”
Cheap tux pointed toward the outside door. “Take it back outside before I take you myself.”
He scoffed. “Sure thing, Keanu.”
The guy drew back his elbow and fist like he was trying to win his girlfriend a stuffed bear at the county fair by hitting the punching bag hard enough.
Luke ducked and used the guy’s momentum to push him to the ground. “Don’t get up.”
The woman tried one more time. “Sir! You can’t go in—there’s a wedding in progress!”
He pulled open one of the doors. “I know. I’m here to stop it.”
Charging through the doors, he quickly found the Rowan. She took his breath away. He’d always thought she was beautiful but it had sharpened somehow in the last six years. In her dress and veil, with her hair cascading down her back, she was breathtaking.
Bitterness churned in his belly like acid. She should be standing up there with him. Time to fix that.
He cradled his guitar and sang the song that had poured out of him as soon as he’d made the decision to stop her wedding.
I hate to interrupt(No he didn’t)
But do you believe in second chances?(Please give me one)
I’m hopelessly romantic
It’s true
Our history is rough
But I think I learned some lessons
So this is my confession
To you
I know I let us both down a time or two
I’m not that guy you thought you knew
And if you’re ready
Let’s give this a chance again
You need to understand
I’m always gonna be your man
Rowan finally glanced at him. Her gaze was filled with trepidation. Maybe a little embarrassment. Definitely not with love and gladness at seeing him.
