Something Old Something New (Lost Love Series) (Erotic Romance) by Danielle Lewis Page B

Emily and Mia rolled their eyes at each other. Kathleen was a loving older sister, but being named Maid of Honor had turned her into a bit of a dictator.
    “Well what are you waiting for?” she demanded. “Move it!”
     
    Sarah scurried down the aisle, and Mia did not wait long before following. She tried to walk at a calm, reasonable pace, despite the thousands of butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. After 8 long years, she was finally going to see him again.
     
    When she stepped through the doorway, her eyes were drawn to Will like a magnet. He had changed since she had last seen him. His shoulders were broader, and his black hair now had some grey in it. There were lines on his face that she did not remember. Even the way he stood was different. Will held himself tall, just like the perfect soldier he had become.
     
    He was clearly in the middle of a conversation with Matt, but he glanced over to her as she walked in. In that moment, Mia felt time stop. The world stopped turning, and it was as if they were the only two people in the universe. Everything she had ever felt for Will seemed to well up in her chest. Just like he promised, he had come home.
     
    “Move it, Mia!” hissed Kathleen, poking her in the back. Mia blinked, and the moment was gone. Will turned back to continue his conversation with Matt as if he had not even seen her. Mia felt like she had been punched in the gut. She had not known what to expect, but she had at least expected something. It would be too much to hope that he would be overjoyed to see her. Her guess had been that he was still angry, and she had been so nervous to face that anger.
     
    Now, she realized anger would have been better. Anger would have meant that he still cared. She took her place beside Sarah and tried not to stare at Will. His utter indifference was breaking her heart. She could feel Emily’s eyes on her while she walked up the aisle toward her husband-to-be. Mia forced herself to stay calm and match Will’s indifference. This wedding was Emily’s moment. She would not allow herself and an eight-year old break-up to ruin it.
     
    So Mia took another deep breath, turned, and smiled at her friend. Even just walking up in her dress for the rehearsal dinner, Emily looked radiant. She had wanted to get married for so long, but Matt had insisted he was not the marrying kind. After five years of dating and a four year engagement, she had finally convinced him.
     
    Matt was the opposite of Will in that regard. For perhaps the millionth time in the past eight years, Mia found herself contemplating what her life would have been like if she had made a different choice. Would she ever have started her bakery? Would she have children of her own? It seemed like a completely different lifetime.
     

Chapter 5
    Because this day was not already hard enough for Mia, Kathleen insisted that she pair up with Will to exit.
    “You’re both tall,” she explained. “It will look better.”
     
    “But Zack was standing closer to Matt,” Emily quickly pointed out. Mia loved Emily for trying to protect her.
    “Well then during the actual ceremony, they’ll have to make sure to switch,” Kathleen declared. “Can you handle that?”
     
    “I think we can manage,” said Will, sounding faintly amused. Silently, he offered Mia his arm. With some trepidation, she took it. Even just touching his sleeve was enough to send an electric current through her body. He, however, did not seem effected in the slightest.
     
    Together they began to walk back down the aisle. She remembered Emily telling her about his injury, but he seemed to have adapted to walking with the prosthetic quite well. In fact, if Emily had not mentioned it, she never would have known he had been hurt.
     
    “I’m glad you made it home safely,” Mia finally said when she couldn’t handle his silence anymore.
    “I seem to recall promising I would,” he said, a slight edge to his voice.
     
    “Yes,” she