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Anna’s heart skipped a beat.

Even through her wedding veil, his gaze pinned her in places like an electric-blue laser.

He reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He stopped to talk, his riveting eyes never leaving her.

Anna leaned in close to her friend, fighting off panic. “He’s the perfect male,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

Before she could say another word, her “groom” stepped closer, cell phone in hand. His well-over-six-foot frame towered her.

“Well, well,” he drawled, giving Anna an intense once-over. “You must be my bride.”

Anna took his extended hand. “Anna…Si…mpson,” she managed, using her fake last name.

“Ryan Cavanaugh.” He shook her hand and flashed a blinding smile. Deep dimples formed on both sides of his mouth. He leaned in closer to her. “Lucky me.”