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about this ghost?”

    “Oh, when stuff started happening I went to see a medium. Friend of a friend, you know? She's pretty good.”

    “Why is—”

    “I don’ t want to talk about it now. I want to get married.” Before the fizz in her stomach turned into a sick funk — or Mrs. Ryerson came up with a new way to bedevil her.

    “Okay, sure.” Lily slung her smart little leather purse onto her shoulder. “But why do you think the ghost is this Mrs. Ryerson?”

    Cynna sighed. Of course Lily wouldn't leave it alone. If Lily was breathing, she was asking questions. " Because she told me so when the medium brought her through. She claims she wants forgiveness, but . . . ” Cynna sent a glare around the small bathroom. “ I told her I forgave her, but she's still here, isn't she? Breaking stuff. Puncturing tires.”

    Lily's eyebrows shot up. “She did that?”

    “I’ m betting on it.” Cynna yanked open the door.

    “I thought ghosts couldn’t affect material objects.”

    “It’ s really rare. I don't know how I got so lucky.” Cynna stepped out and took a deep breath. Oh, God. She was so scared. “Forget about her. I want to see the look on Cullen's face when he gets a look at this dress.”

    Muggy air filled Cynna's lungs as if she'd just stepped out of the shower, but so far the rain was holding off. She thanked God and Mary and anyone else who might be listening as she hurried down the path.

    The open area where her guests and her groom waited was just down a short, woodsy trail. Cynna could hear a low buzz of conversation and a few birds calling. The blue of the sky was ten times brighter than her gown, but not a white more lovely. She kept glancing down at the fairy silk.

    “Slow down!” Lily called. “I’ d rather not make our entrance at a run.”

    “What? Oh, right.” Cynna forced her feet to pause and let Lily catch up. “You look gr eat. Did I tell you that you look great?”

    Cynna hadn't gone for bridesmaid gear , which seemed designed for maximum ugly. An annoying little voice had argued against that decision, pointing out that her maid of honor would look prettier than her. Well, Lily always did, so the voice wasn't exactly lying. But however lovely Lily looked in her trim little sundress, she was not wearing fairy silk.

    “Thanks. Not that anyone will be looking at me, but it's nice to know. You aren't hyperventilating, are you?”

    “Just fizzing.” Lily had caught up, so Cynna started moving again, paying attention this time so her walk didn't turn into a gallop. " You've got the ring?”

    Lily patted the pocket of her jacket. “Safe and sound.”

    She was going to wear a wedding ring. Cullen was, too. Cullen would probably be the only lupus in the world who wore a wedding ring. Wasn't life weird?

    They rounded the last tree and Cynna saw her wedding guests and the priest; Rule, who stood only few feet away, next to a couple of the guests and Cullen . . . who stood over another of the guests. Who lay on the ground, moaning.

    “What the—”Lily broke off and hurried forward. " What’s going on?”

    “Wedding nerves,” Rule said dryly.

    The man slowly pushed up until he was sitting, rubbing his jaw, his expression dazed. One of the other men bent to help him up just as Cynna reached the small knot of people. “Hey, wait,” she said. “Those aren’t our guests. I don't know the other two, but that's Baxter. I didn't invite Baxter. Did you, Cullen?”

    “Told you she didn’t invite him,” Cullen said smugly to Rule, then turned to Cynna. “He was being his usual self— stupid and insulting. So I . . . wow.” Cullen's gaze took a slow cruise up Cynna's body, having already taken the trip down. “Nice. Really, really nice.” His kindled eyes reached Cynna's face, hot blue embers in a face suddenly taut. “And mine. ”

    “You get a lifetime lease,” Cynna said, “but I’ m still owner and operator.”

    Rule made a muffled sound that might have