Simon Says Die

but doing a poor job of it since she kept glancing at him beneath her lashes when he wasn’t looking. Pierce had a feeling he and his family would be seeing a lot more of her in the near future, once she and Matt decided to quit fighting their obvious attraction for each other.
    Logan leaned in close and spoke in a whisper. “Does my sister know what really would have happened in that basement if she hadn’t butted in?”
    Pierce stiffened. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”
    â€œYou can’t tell me you wouldn’t have killed Damon, if you thought for one second he might not go to jail, that he could be a threat to Madison in the future.”
    â€œI did kill him.”
    â€œYou know what I mean. If Hamilton and Madison hadn’t been there, if it had only been you and Damon, there’s no way he’d have left that basement alive.”
    Pierce crossed his arms. “I guess we’ll never know.”
    Logan grinned. “Yeah, I guess we won’t. But I’m certainly not shedding any tears for the bastard.” His breath hitched as he looked down the middle aisle.
    His wife, Amanda, slowly waltzed up the path in a long-sleeved, floor-length, pale pink dress that shimmered in the sunlight. She and Logan seemed lost in each other’s gazes, as if this were their wedding day all over again. Pierce was in awe of the love that shone between them, and he was more than a little pleased that he’d had a small hand in getting them together all those months ago, when Logan had been too stubborn and proud to realize what he was throwing away.
    Amanda crossed onto the brick path in front of the gazebo. She nodded respectfully at the preacher standing on the top step as she took her place across from Logan.
    Logan looked back down the aisle and started laughing.
    Pierce followed his gaze and promptly elbowed him in the ribs. “Knock it off.”
    â€œI hope you like cotton candy.” Logan choked back his laughter.
    Pierce grinned at the delightful pink confection otherwise known as Madison. “As a matter of fact, I do.”
    Madison’s answering smile beamed out at him as she stood at the end of the grassy aisle, holding onto Alex’s arm. Her gown was anything but traditional. It suited her perfectly. The hot pink top hugged her curves and the dress flared out over her hips. He had no idea what the skirt was made of but it hung down in long, thin strips in various shades of pink, floating and swirling around her in the breeze. On her feet were shiny, flat pink slippers like a ballerina would wear.
    Rather than walk Madison down the aisle, Alex kissed her cheek and stood to the side. Madison had chosen to go down the aisle by herself, saying her daddy in heaven would walk beside her.
    She’d insisted on not having any music, and Pierce could see why. She was a bundle of energy and never could have managed the slow walk of a wedding march. Instead, she pranced—there was no other word for it—up the path until she stood next to him. She gave him a saucy wink and an outrageous leer. Then suddenly she was in his arms pulling his mouth down to hers.
    Pierce ignored the catcalls and laughter coming from their small audience and gave back as good as he got. But when the preacher cleared his throat, Pierce reluctantly broke the lusty kiss.
    Madison gave Pierce another quick, hard kiss. “I’m going to marry you,” she whispered.
    â€œI certainly hope so,” he whispered back.
    They joined hands and faced the preacher. As the laughter subsided, the preacher wiped his forehead and adjusted his collar. His face was an unusually bright shade of red as he cleared his throat. “Dearly beloved . . .”

 
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    Chapter One
    T HE SWEET MUSIC of her screams echoed in his mind as he inhaled the lavender-scented shampoo he’d selected for her. He sat cross-legged on the carpet of pine needles, stroking her hair, his fingers sliding easily through the silky brown mass he had washed and brushed.
    Underlying that scent, the metallic aroma of blood teased his senses. He traced his fingers across her naked belly to the sweet center of her. The temptation to linger was strong, but the ritual wasn’t complete.
    He picked up the blood-red rose and tucked its velvety petals between