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Lorelei Dropped Her Bridal Bouquet As Everything Went Dark.

Jack tossed the sheet over her head and then she felt herself being lifted from the floor and flung over a shoulder—a hard, muscular shoulder. And suddenly they were moving.

Just as the first notes of “The Wedding March” sounded, Lorelei felt the blast of July heat hit her and realized they had exited the church. She’d just been kidnapped from her wedding! This can’t be happening, she thought. Shock turned to anger as she attempted to get free.

“Be still,” Jack commanded, patting her on her rear.

“Jack! Take me back to my wedding!”

“Sorry, beautiful. That’s something I’m not willing to do.”

“Why not?” she demanded.

“Because, sweetheart, you promised a long time ago to marry me, and I’ve decided to hold you to that promise.”