“Owls are bad luck.” “I don’t believe in bad luck.” Standing on her toes, Win brushed the tip of her nose playfully against his. If anyone could make it well, it would be Beatrix.” “You’re missing the point,” Kev said, smiling reluctantly. “Beatrix found a wounded owl this morning and brought it to the house.” “Poor thing. He let his lips play in the glinting wisps of hair at her temple. Her body pressed all along his, the feminine curves molding sweetly against him. Reaching around his neck, Win let her fingers play gently in the cropped hair at his nape. Something about her had always cut past his defenses and reached his very soul. He adored her with an intensity that approached worship. She looked angelic, her slender body wrapped in white lace and ruffled silk, her light blonde hair cascading in loose shimmering waves. It’s a Hathaway wedding.” Despite his grumbling, Kev felt his pulse escalate to a fast, heavy clamor as Win approached. “I gather you’re expecting something to go wrong?” “Of course. I’m going to marry you if the entire village of Stony Cross is flooded, or the pastor is drunk, or animals stampede through the ceremony.” Smiling quizzically, Win turned the lamp low and came to him in her dressing gown. “I’m going to marry you if lightning strikes the church. “Nothing is going to stop this wedding,” he told her as he came into her bedroom one evening before the ceremony. But he was determined to have Win as his wife, no matter what obstacles had to be overcome. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010Ĭhapter One June 1851 Hampshire, England Kev Merripen wasn’t surprised by the signs of bad luck as his wedding day approached. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010. “A Hathaway Wedding” Copyright © 2009 by Lisa Kleypas. ALL OF THE CHARACTERS, ORGANIZATIONS,AND EVENTS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY ARE EITHER PRODUCTS OF THE AUTHOR'S IMAGINATION OR ARE USED FICTITIOUSLY. Martin’s Press THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. A Hathaway Wedding Lisa Kleypas ‐an exclusive short story‐
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