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There’s never been anyone like Mason And not just with the physical stuff, either He’s the only man I’ve ever really loved Maybe the only one I’ll ever love So perfect that no other man can compare

Or, at least, he was perfect for me We just fit and clicked and complimented each other so well, like dark chocolate cake and raspberry sauce followed by a sip of perfectly balanced port

Until we didn’t, of course

Until he left, taking a chunk ofheart with him

It’s a thought that plagueswhensolo will finally be over What if I’ll never be able to fall for another man the way I fell for Mason Stewart?

Noto be walking down that aisle as a bride, it’s hard to iain

“I suppose crazier things have happened, but getting hitched again sure as hell isn’t on hts “Shouldn’t you two be cooking so to pull up”

Her words have the desired effect Soon, Melody and I are scraet the black-forest-ham-stuffed puff pastries and other lastthe trays we prepared last night froerator Next, we round up the servers froone to play a few quick hands of poker—they have a ga everything out to the buffet

Aria finishes prepping the white chocolate fountain and begins filling round serving trays with glasses of chane and red, white, and pink wine (because pink is the bride’s favorite color), while Melody works on the sides and I fire up the grill for the steak and salmon

Three hours later, I’m covered in a fine sheen of sweat and smell like a ca success The guests are well fed, well liquored, and enjoying the heck out of themselves

All that’s left is to bring out the desserts and finish strong

I start for the groom’s cakes, but Melody stops me with a hand on my arm

“Go on Go dance with the others,” she says, tugging at the bow on my apron “Aria and I can handle it from here on out”