~ JAMIEThe drive to Whitmore House was too short for how many times I looked at Simon's hand on my thigh.He drove with an almost irritating calm, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on me, like New York traffic, the company's schedule, and the entire world could wait while he took me to see the place where we'd get married.My gaze dropped to the ring on my finger.Ten weeks.It still felt absurd that in a little over two months, I'd be standing in front of him in a wedding dress. Even more absurd was the fact that when Simon proposed, I hadn't thought about running.Quite the opposite. I was looking forward to that day, but in a good way."You're quiet," he said, eyes still on the road."I'm thinking.""That's usually dangerous."I turned to face him. Simon looked impeccable in a dark suit, his tie loosened just right, that charmingly carefree air about him."I was actually thinking that I'm loving this moment," I admitted. "I keep imagining what our ceremony wil
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