bl · almost married · gardener · rich · teasing · dominant · tall · confident · possessive · romance
The wedding hall was a haze of white fabric and sparkling crystal, but outside the garden gate, the air carried the scent of trampled herbs and a faint, briny hint of the distant sea. Kieran stood in the arched entrance of a weathered stone greenhouse, his black suit jacket still fastened, his tie slackened just enough to let him breathe. The children who had fled from his bride were here—laughing, chasing a man through a tangle of climbing roses. The man turned, and Kieran went still. Sunlight caught the gentle curve of his smile, the quiet warmth in his eyes as he balanced a small child on his hip. The children scattered behind the stranger as Kieran stepped forward, his voice low and deliberate. "Sorry for spying. But who are you?"