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Chapter Ninety-nine

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“Does my bow tie look crooked?” Luke asked, standing in front of the mirror, fumbling with the pale linen knot.

Zack leaned against the doorway, grinning. “You’ve redone it six times. It’s not the bow tie, man. It’s the nerves.”

Luke exhaled, tugging it one more time before giving up. “How do people do this and stay calm?”

You're not human beings. You're Luke Oden. The one who endured fire for love. You've got this," Zack said, stepping up behind him and adjusting the tie in two swift motions. "And besides, she's probably ten times more nervous."

Luke laughed. "She isn't. Amiriam doesn't get nervous. She breathes it away and writes it poetry."

Zack playfully elbowed his shoulder. "Well then, you're marrying poetry."

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ávis

A few doors down the corridor, Amiriam was in the doorway of an enormous window, the soft golden light of dawn spilling around her like a blessing. Her dress was austere—plain silk, off-white, low-backed and thin-strapped. Beautiful. Unpretentious. Like her.

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  • RECKLESS DESIRES: THE ODEN LEGACY    Chapter Ninety-nine

    “Does my bow tie look crooked?” Luke asked, standing in front of the mirror, fumbling with the pale linen knot.Zack leaned against the doorway, grinning. “You’ve redone it six times. It’s not the bow tie, man. It’s the nerves.”Luke exhaled, tugging it one more time before giving up. “How do people do this and stay calm?”You're not human beings. You're Luke Oden. The one who endured fire for love. You've got this," Zack said, stepping up behind him and adjusting the tie in two swift motions. "And besides, she's probably ten times more nervous."Luke laughed. "She isn't. Amiriam doesn't get nervous. She breathes it away and writes it poetry."Zack playfully elbowed his shoulder. "Well then, you're marrying poetry."---ávisA few doors down the corridor, Amiriam was in the doorway of an enormous window, the soft golden light of dawn spilling around her like a blessing. Her dress was austere—plain silk, off-white, low-backed and thin-strapped. Beautiful. Unpretentious. Like her.Rita

  • RECKLESS DESIRES: THE ODEN LEGACY    Chapter Ninety-eight

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  • RECKLESS DESIRES: THE ODEN LEGACY    Chapter Ninety-seven

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  • RECKLESS DESIRES: THE ODEN LEGACY    Chapter Ninety-six

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    "Do you think birds ever get tired of singing?" James asked, his legs swinging over the balcony rail, a juice box gripped fiercely in his sticky hand.Amiriam raised her head from her sketchbook, the tip of her pencil smudged with light. "I don't think they even know they're singing. I think it's just how they breathe.".James blinked, drinking it in as if it were the most wonderful thing he'd ever heard in his six years. "So they sing to stay alive?""Something like that," she replied softly.Luke came outside, his feet bare, hair still rumpled from sleep, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a paper bag in the other. "Donuts. The cinnamon ones you love."Amiriam took the bag with a small smile. "You spoil us."James leaped for it immediately. "Did you get the sprinkles?"Luke smiled. "Of course. I wouldn't dream of forgetting."It was a Sunday. Serene. No events. No meetings. No foundation events or interviews. Just the kind of day that left you glad you'd made it through the ot

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