“How about we jump to the vows?” Kurt cut through the priest’s words. “That good with you? Getting right to them?”
The priest frowned.
The growling was so strong now that Delaney could have sworn that the walls of the church were shaking.
“Uh…well…” The priest squinted at Kurt. “You’re in a rush?”
The growling stopped. Just died away.
Kurt seemed to relax. “Can’t wait to marry the love of my life.”
Right. Sure. He said those words while he had a knife pressed to her side.
“Besides, like I told you, Delaney is jittery. Don’t want her to suffer unnecessarily so let’s hurry things along.”
Miracle. I need a miracle. It would be fantastic if that miracle could come at any moment.
The priest asked, “Does anyone object to the marriage?”
“Yes,” Delaney said, quite clearly and quite loudly, unable to hold herself back. I object. He’s a monster. I have to get out of here. I can’t marry him. I won’t.
“Why in the hell would you ask that question?” Kurt snarled at the priest, his voice cracking over Delaney’s.
“I…” The priest had a trickle of sweat running down his left temple. “It’s normal to ask, part of the ceremony. I-I ask if there is anyone who objects to the marriage and then when there is no objection, we go to the vows and?—”
“I object.” Deep, dark, dangerous. A voice that pierced straight to Delaney’s heart.
At that booming voice, both Delaney and Kurt whirled toward the front of the little church. The doors had been yanked open, and a big, muscled, and glaring man in a black leather jacket stood with his legs braced apart and his strong hands fisted at his sides.
Fury hardened his handsome face. Rage charged his body. He looked deadly and scary and?—
Like my miracle.
“Who the hell are you?” Kurt shouted.
“I’m the man stealing your bride.” He stalked forward. Dark hair tousled. Faint stubble on his rock-hard jaw.
Kurt had let her go. When they’d both turned in surprise, he’d let her go and the knife wasn’t pressing into her side, and this was her chance.
She grabbed for her dress’s train, and Delaney surged for the powerful man charging toward her. But she didn’t get far because Kurt grabbed her arm and hauled her back against him.
“What in the hell did you do?” Kurt gritted out.
She’d called a friend and begged for help. That help had just arrived.
Though I didn’t necessarily count on the help arriving in the form of my ex. The big, bad, glaring badass storming toward her was Nash Quinn. The man who’d once owned her heart. Only to toss it away.
But beggars definitely couldn’t be choosers. If her ex was her miracle, she’d take him in a heartbeat. Nash was there to save her ass, and she was running out with him.
As for Kurt…
“I’m not marrying you.” She had a way out of this nightmare now. A muscled, beautiful, dangerous way out in the form of the furious man storming so quickly toward her and Kurt. Safety. “Get your hands off me.”
Kurt shook his head. “I will kill you,” he rasped, for her ears alone, “before I let you go to?—”
“Hey, jerkoff, remove your hands from her.”
But her hero didn’t wait for Kurt to comply. Instead…
