Lena let out a slow breath as Damian Pike reached into the backseat to take her hand. His warm fingers wrapped around hers, steadying her nerves as he helped her out of the sleek black SUV.
The front steps of the reception hall glittered with expensive cars and guests dressed like they had stepped off magazine covers. Her cousin’s wedding had been an exhausting spectacle already the ceremony, the photo sessions, the endless procession of relatives but they had slipped in quietly, unnoticed in the back pew.
Exactly the way Lena liked it.
The reception, however, was unavoidable. And with two men at her side two impossibly attractive, commanding men it would not stay quiet for long.
“You’re going to have to step out eventually, sweetheart,” Damian teased, brushing a stray curl from her ch
