Two.
One.
At last Kat lifted her gaze, taking in every detail through the sheer fabric of her veil.
A pair of expensive-looking leather shoes.
Black slender suit pants.
A well-fitted tux over an impressive chest.
She lifted her gaze further still to take in his face.
Wow! Praise the holy heavens above—he was gorgeous.
Meticulously trimmed facial hair accented his strong, chiseled jaw. Masculine cheekbones framed his squared nose while a set of full lips quirked slightly at one side.
Hot darts blazed in her tummy as her eyes finally locked on his. Blue, devastatingly brooding, and…familiar. Like they’d met before.
Perhaps this really was fate. Just like in the movies when two lovers meet. But then a vision came to mind—her angry visit to the Benton Office.
Was it?
No, of course not. It was just the opacity of the veil.
The groom gave her hand a squeeze. “Hi,” he said in a husky whisper.
A small, nervous giggle made its way up her throat. “Hi.”
The crowd laughed.
“You may be seated,” the pastor said to the guests. He motioned to the groom next. “Sir, please lift your bride’s veil.”
Every muscle Kat owned froze in place. It felt as if her heart stopped too, waiting as he secured the thin, silky fabric. He smelled good. Very good. Like the essence of that billion-dollar man she’d seen in commercials for her favorite cologne. She inhaled the scent deeply, musing she could get used to a smell like that.
She ducked slightly as he lifted the veil up and over her head, then straightened once more and set her eyes back on him.
Zander Benton.
This time it wasn’t a question. It was an answer. That. Was. Him.
A small gasp sounded, or maybe it was two.
His blue eyes went wide.
This had to be a joke.
“Duke Benton,” the pastor said, gaining her attention. “Meet your future bride, Ms. Kat Morgan.”
Duke? Duke…Duke—the twin!
A rush of relief pushed through her like the flooding of a broken dam. This wasn’t Zander—the man she’d torn into at his massive, high-rise office. It was his brother. Thank heavens.
“Pleasure to meet you,” he said with a nod. Her eyes landed on the small hint of a dimple that formed in his cheek. The mere sight caused an odd dose of heat to dance around her heart.
“It’s nice to meet you too.” But inside, her mind was racing. The famous Benton family. She was actually marrying a Benton. Charlotte was freaking out for sure; she was obsessed with the Bentons.
The pastor joked about the odd circumstances surrounding the marriage, but Kat was having a hard time tuning in. It wasn’t the fact that she was marrying a perfect stranger per se; it had more to do with the fact that she was marrying into one of the most well known families in all of LA. A family that had endured their fair share of gossip in the Hollywood tabloids.
