The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

cold blade.

Every eye, including Evelyn’s, snapped back toward the altar.

Pastor Thomas hadn’t rushed down the aisle to help me. He hadn’t run to call the police. He was still standing exactly where he had been at the mahogany table.

He was looking down at the heavy, velvet-bound ceremonial marriage registry. The book that contained the legal documents,continue reading …