married for show
Alex dropped his hands, gave me a polite, distant nod, and walked away.
I stood there on the dance floor, trying to catch my breath. But before I could even process my first interaction with my new husband, a tall, dark-haired guy with piercing grey eyes stepped forward. He was at least 6'2 and looked like he belonged on a European runway. Seriously, did someone open the gate for the gods to enter today? Because d*mn.
"May I have this dance?" he asked, offering a charming smile.
"I'm James Ray," he introduced himself as he led me into a slow step. "Cousin to the groom."