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

Brody was a man who had built his career on knowing exactly which way the political wind was blowing. He slowly stood up from his gold-painted chair. He was a broad-shouldered man in his fifties, his tuxedo straining slightly against his chest. He looked at Evelyn, his boss and the woman who controlled his department’s budget, and then he looked at continue reading …