What the Heart Wants by Kelli McCracken Page A

His coos are like a song. So in a sense he’s singing to her.”
    “Seriously?” Heaven asked as they listened to the gentle coos.
    “Yep. Then he flies around in a circle before descending to a perching spot. When he and the female come face to face, he’ll strut around and bow before her. If she accepts the courtship, they’re mates for life.”
    “That’s amazing,” Heaven said. She thought back to the dove she had heard cooing in her dream.
    Did it signify something?
    Was this man in her dreams her mate?
    Was he seeking her out through the dreams in an attempt to court her?
    No, that’s crazy. It’s just a dream.
    Heaven felt Emma’s eyes measured her. She glanced over at Emma, forcing a smile on her lips. “Guess we’d better get inside before Chelsea comes searching for us.”
    “Sounds good. I believe you have a couple of sisters I need to meet, too.”
    “Yes, Hope and Faith. Although I don’t know if I’d look forward to meeting Faith. She’s a bit of a diva.”
    “I’m used to divas. Remember, I work with rock stars,” Emma teased as she held open the door for Heaven.
     
     
    * * *
     
     
    “Are you sure this is it?” Dylan asked as he slowed the SUV.
    “Yeah, I’m sure. That’s Chelsea’s car right there.”
    Dylan’s eyes fell on the car, recognizing it at once. Steering the oversized SUV into one of the tiny parking spaces, he shifted into Park and killed the engine before glaring at his best friend.
    “I can’t believe you. Do you like driving around in circles?”
    “Dude, I told you to quit screwing around with this stupid thing,” Layne said, tapping on the screen just above the radio. “I have an awesome internal navigation system. It puts your SUV’s to shame.”
    “You’re an asshole, you know that?”
    Dylan’s eyes locked on the side door of the church. He exhaled. Years of dealing with the paparazzi taught him one thing.
    Always find an escape route.
    Though dealing with the press seemed highly unlikely this evening, the less attention they drew to the main entrance the better. Having a star-studded bridal party was a recipe for disaster, especially when the bride didn’t want security hanging out.
    “Looks like we beat Kyle. Shocker,” Layne said as he adjusted the review mirror until it hit him dead on.
    “Need some lipstick?” Dylan teased.
    “Screw you. I’m making sure there’s nothing between my teeth. You know, Italian food. Spices. Little black specks of whatever they put in the sauce.”
    “Aww, are we feeling a little sensitive about our girly side?”
    Dylan didn’t bother waiting for the evil eye he knew Layne was giving him. The palpitations in his heart left a prickly tingle with each lub-dub. He swiped his hands across his jeans, trying to distract himself at the thought of entering the church.
    “If you don’t want to impress Chelsea’s friends, that’s your loss,” Layne continued. “I plan on having one in my bed tomorrow night.”
    “Friends? What friends?”
    “You know. The ones she brought in for the wedding. One of them is her best friend. Chelsea owes me a date. She screwed up my plans for the weekend. I could be down in the Caymans right now. Kicking back with a beer. Chillin’ with some busty beach-bunny. No, instead I’m here, dressing up in a tux tomorrow. It’s bullshit.”
    Dylan gripped the steering wheel, regretting the whole decision to be in the wedding. The shit he did for his friends.
    “Don’t blame this on Chelsea. Kyle asked us to be in the wedding.”
    “It’s cool. If her friends are the hotties I saw here in the parking lot earlier, I’m all for being here this weekend. One of them has a bod I’d kill to have under mine.”
    The chiming of the door rang through Dylan’s head as Layne stepped out of the SUV. He sucked in a deep breath and joined him.
    “I get the feeling this is something I’m supposed to remember? The whole friends-from-out-of-town thing.”
    Layne’s eyes peered at him over