Hunter POV
I was on edge as I adjusted my bowtie for what felt like the hundredth time, my eyes scanning the pews for the likelihood of danger even though men were plastered outside every door and exit. The minister was calm, both of us waiting, as we stood anxiously awaiting the bride. Dana had been quiet for the last few days, and I couldn't help but notice that it seemed as though she was avoiding me while remaining perfectly civil to Lionel and Joyce. She was acting strangely, although I couldn't quite put my finger on what was the matter. Perhaps she was angry about the rush with the wedding, although I suspected it was something more than that. Could it be she was nervous about Trevor and what he might do? I had tried to reassure her that he couldn't possibly get to her, but that di
