He looked over his shoulder as a-bridal consultant waited behind the velvet curtain, awkward and silent.

Xavier’s smile turned charming in a heartbeat.

“We’re ready,” he said to her. “We’d like to see the most exclusive dresses you’ve got.”

Then his hand squeezed Sky’s wrist.

Not hard.

But enough to say: You’re not going anywhere.

Not until he was done with her.

The consultant led them toward the back of the boutique with a nervous smile, her heels tapping softly against the marble as she motioned toward a private fitting suite. Plush velvet curtains. Tall mirrors. A pedestal in the center surrounded by racks of white lace, silk, and tulle....