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Authors: Amanda Ashley

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It was playing havoc with her menstrual cycle, too. She hadn't had a period in over a month.

She told herself to stop worrying. Serafina was gone. The creature she had raised no longer existed. Anton had disappeared. Her parents and Vince had searched the city, but Anton was nowhere to be found. There was nothing to fear. Vince would protect her.

The ladies in gray left the library at eight fifty-five. Vince arrived at the stroke of nine. "Hey, beautiful, you ready to go?"

They drove to what had become "their spot," that quiet, fairy-like place beside the lake. Vince spread a blanket on the ground and they lay side by side, looking up at the stars.

"Three more days," Cara said. "Three more days and we'll be together forever."

"Forever," Vince murmured. Rising on his elbow, he gazed down at her. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him, beautiful, forgiving, understanding, and kindhearted. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her after fifty or sixty years when he might exist for hundreds or a thousand. What would he do without her?

She smiled up at him, one hand caressing his cheek. "What are you thinking about?"

"How much I love you."

"No more than I love you."

"Wanna bet?"

She laughed softly, the sound the sweetest music he had ever heard.

"Cara…"

"What?" She frowned at his serious expression. "Is something wrong?"

"I don't want to lose you, ever."

"I know." She drew his head down and kissed him. "I don't want to lose you, either."

"There's a way to keep that from happening."

"You mean by me becoming a vampire, don't you?"

He nodded. "Have you ever thought about it? Wondered what it would be like?"

"Thought about becoming one?" She shuddered. "No. Of course I've wondered what it's like, I mean, how could I not, since I seem to be surrounded by them."

"It's not so bad." He stroked her cheek. "Think what it would mean. Centuries together instead of a few short years. You'd never age. We could see the world together."

"I know what it would mean, and I don't want it." Her gaze searched his. "You won't ever force it on me, will you, the way my father did my mother?"

"No."

"You promise?"

He hesitated a moment, then sighed. "I promise."

"It doesn't change anything between us, does it?"

"No, darlin'. Nothing could change that."

Drawing her into his arms, he kissed her, all the while thinking, hoping, that the day would come when she would change her mind, when they could truly be as one.

 

Vince's family, all seventeen of them, arrived the afternoon before the wedding. Since he couldn't travel from his place to hers while the sun was up, Vince had spent the previous night at Cara's house. He had been a little uneasy at doing so. Since becoming a vampire, he had always slept alone, aware of the fact that, when the Dark Sleep overtook him, he was vulnerable. He had also been a little apprehensive about how Cara would react, but reasoned it was better to find out now than after they were married.

When he asked her that morning what it had been like, sleeping with a vampire, she had shrugged.

"Come on," he said. "Tell me. Did I look dead?" He'd always wondered about that, since he'd never seen a vampire at rest and couldn't watch himself sleeping.

"You didn't look dead, but it was kind of spooky," she admitted. "Once I tried to wake you up, but I couldn't." She canted her head to one side. "What if someone finds you when you're asleep? I mean, you're helpless."

"Not exactly. I can sense when there's someone nearby who means to do me harm."

"Then why didn't you wake up?"

"Probably because I'm not afraid of you."

Now, as they got ready to meet his parents, he didn't know which of them was more nervous. He told Cara not to worry, certain that his family would love everything about her. As for himself, he couldn't stop pacing the floor. How would he explain the fact that he didn't eat or that he only drank wine?

A knock at the door told him that the time for worrying was past. They were here.

Cara smiled as Vince introduced his parents, his brothers and sister, and their spouses and children, certain she would never remember all their names. His parents seemed truly glad to meet her, his brothers and sister made her feel as if she was already part of the family.

Vince watched Cara as she cuddled First Joe's baby daughter and then Frank's son. Feeling his gaze, Cara looked up at him and smiled. Looking at her, Vince knew he'd cut off his right arm to be able to father a child, to see her hold a baby of their own in her arms. Regret rose up within him, making him wonder again if she would be better off without him. She was such a warmhearted, generous soul, filled with enough love for a husband and a dozen children—children he could never give her.

"Isn't he darling?" Cara asked, coming to stand beside him. She took a deep breath. "Babies always smell so good!"

Vince nodded.

"Do you want to hold him?"

"Sure." Taking the baby from Cara, Vince smiled down at his nephew. "Hi, Donny," he murmured. "I'm your Uncle Vince."

Cara glanced around her house, which was overflowing with people. "You have a wonderful family."

"Yeah." Vince frowned as the scent of urine reached his nostrils. "I think we'd better find Rose. I think Donny needs a diaper change."

A short time later, Roshan and Brenna arrived. After piling into a number of cars, they drove to the restaurant for dinner.

Seated at a large table in one of the banquet rooms, Vince and Roshan exchanged glances after everyone had ordered.

"I'll take care of it," Roshan said, and Vince felt a sudden surge of preternatural power flow through the air.

Vince glanced around the table, noting that everyone seemed to be having a good time. Brenna and his mother were laughing together like they were old friends and, thanks to Roshan, no one seemed to notice that the vampires at the table never ate a bite.

It was late when the party broke up. Finally, after a half an hour of hugs and good nights, Vince and Cara were alone.

"Do you think they liked me?" she asked as they drove back to her house.

Vince reached over and gave her hand a squeeze. "They loved you. And even if they didn't, I love you, and that's what counts."

Cara laughed softly. "I guess that's true."

Pulling up in front of her house, he draped his arm across the back of her seat. "Cara."

"What?"

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"What do you mean? You haven't changed your mind, have you?"

"No, I just want to make sure you know what you're getting into, and that you won't be sorry later."

"What brought this on?" she asked. "Haven't we been through all this before?"

"I know, but I watched you tonight with the kids, and… I just don't want you to be sorry a few years down the road."

Taking hold of his hand, she drew his arm down around her shoulders. "I won't be sorry. I love you as you are, now and for always. I told you before, we can always adopt a baby, and if you're not comfortable with that, then…"

"Dammit, Cara, I don't want you making sacrifices on my account."

"Well, get used to it, because I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm marrying a tough chick, huh?"

"Darn right, mister," she said, punching him in the ribs, "and don't you forget it!"

 

As her father had said, the church was located in a secluded glade well off the main highway. Surrounded by tall trees and shrubs, the building looked like it had been transplanted from some medieval setting. Moonlight danced across the stained-glass windows. The air was filled with the fragrant scent of evergreens; night birds called to each other; crickets played a serenade. An owl hooted softly in the distance.

As Cara crossed the threshold with her father, she could easily imagine knights and their ladies passing through the carved oak doors.

The priest was waiting for them in the vestibule, along with Sarah Beth, who had agreed to be Cara's matron of honor. Vince had asked his oldest brother to stand up with him.

"Father Lanzoni," Roshan said, "it's good to see you again."

"And you, my friend," the priest replied. "And this must be your daughter. She is lovely."

Cara felt herself blushing as she murmured, "Thank you, Father."

While Roshan and the priest spoke, Cara hugged Sarah Beth, who looked very pretty in a tea-length peach silk dress and matching heels.

"You look radiant, Cara," Sarah Beth said. "Are you nervous?"

"A little."

Sarah Beth laughed. "I know, I was, too, but you'll forget all that when you see Vince. Mary and a couple of the part-time ladies from the library are here." Sarah Beth glanced around. "This is a beautiful place. However did you find it?"

"My parents were married here," Cara said.

"Oh," Sarah Beth exclaimed, "that's so romantic!"

"Are we ready?" the priest asked. "The groom is waiting."

Cara smiled. "Very ready."

With a nod, the priest went to take his place at the altar.

Cara peered through the doors that led into the chapel, noting that the pews and the altar were carved from oak; the carpet was a deep blue. Vince's family had already arrived. His sister-in-law, Patti Jean, sat at the organ, playing softly. Candlelight filled the chapel with a warm golden glow, lighting the faces of the wooden statues, but Cara had eyes only for Vince. She had always thought him the most handsome of men, but tonight, clad in a tux, his hair neatly combed, he was the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen, as he stood at the altar, waiting for her. The priest stood beside Vince. He was of medium height with wavy black hair going gray at the temples.

Patti Jean began the wedding march and Sarah Beth started down the aisle. Everyone rose as Cara and her father appeared in the doorway.

Cara winked at her mother, smiled at Mary and at Sarah Beth's husband, and then, with butterflies in her stomach, she met Vince's gaze and felt her heart swell at the love she saw in his beautiful dark eyes.

"Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?"

"Her mother and I do," Roshan said. Lifting Cara's hand to his lips, he kissed it; then, after placing her hand in Vince's, he stepped back to sit beside Brenna.

"We are gathered here this evening to join Cara Aideen DeLongpre and Vincent Cordova in the bonds of holy wedlock, an honorable institution ordained of God for the blessing of His children. There is no secret to a happy marriage," the priest said, glancing from Cara to Vince. "You have only to remember to put your loved one first and yourself second, to treat your spouse as you wish to be treated, and to remember how much you love one another on this day. Remember these things, and you will have a life of peace and happiness for as long as God grants you breath.

"I will say the words that bind you together, but the true marriage between the two of you must take place within your hearts.

"Cara, do you promise to love and cherish Vincent, here present, for as long as you shall live?"

Cara squeezed Vince's hand. "I do."

"Vincent, do you promise to love and cherish Cara, here present, for as long as you both shall live?"

Vince took a deep breath. "I do."

"Then, by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

Vince lifted Cara's veil. For a moment, he simply looked at her, wanting to remember how she looked on this night, the glow in her eyes, the rapid beating of her heart as she waited for his first kiss as her husband. Murmuring, "I love you," he drew her into his arms and kissed her.

He might have kissed her for an hour or two if he hadn't become aware of the quiet cheers and chuckles of his family.

Cara's cheeks were flushed when he released her.

"And now, at last," the priest said, a smile in his voice, "I give you Mr. and Mrs. Vincent Cordova."

Cara turned to face Vince's family, relieved to see that everyone was smiling. A faint movement at the back of the chapel drew her eye; she felt her insides turn cold as two gray-clad women slipped out the door.

Cara tugged on Vince's arm as he walked her down the aisle. "Did you see them?"

"See who, darlin'?"

"Two women in gray robes. They just went out the door."

"I didn't notice. Are they friends of yours?"

"No. I don't know who they are."

Vince escorted Cara to the limo waiting outside the church, helped her inside, and drew her into his arms. "Why did seeing those women upset you so? Maybe they were nuns."

Cara shook her head. "No. I've seen others dressed like that. The first time was in Serafina's bookstore, and then again the other night, when I was at the mall, and now here." She clutched Vince's hand. "I don't like this."

Vince wrapped his arms around her. "Take it easy, darlin', no one's ever going to hurt you again."

"I'm frightened." She glanced out the rear window. "Anton is still out there somewhere."

"Don't think about that now." He kissed her cheek, wondering if he should find her another bodyguard.

Cara shook off her fears as they turned off the highway. This was her wedding night and she wasn't going to let Anton or anyone else ruin it for her.

A short time later, they arrived at her parents' house, where cake and champagne were waiting.

Cara was overwhelmed by the love she felt from Vince's family, from Sarah Beth and Mary, and from her own parents, of course. Because Vince's family lived so far away, Cara decided to open their wedding presents that night. She sat on the floor, her gown spread around her, while Vince handed her their gifts. They were the usual gifts friends and family give to newlyweds: a toaster, pots and pans, a set of silverware, linens for the bed and for the table, a cookie jar, bath towels and kitchen towels, glassware, and a set of dishes. Later, her father took her and Vince aside and gave them a check for a hundred thousand dollars "to buy whatever else the two of you might need," he said, "or to put a down payment on a little house of your own."

"Dad, this is way too much," Cara said.

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