Chapter 18 - THE WEDDING They married in the spring.
Not in a cathedral.
Not in a ballroom.
In the garden behind the Beacon Hill mansion.
Noah stood beside Gabriel.
Mrs. Morrison cried.
Marcus pretended he wasn't emotional.
Harper walked toward Gabriel beneath white blossoms.
For the first time, she wasn't walking toward a man she feared.
She was walking toward a man she trusted.
Gabriel took her hands.
"I can't promise you a perfect life."
Harper smiled.
"I don't want perfect."
"What do you want?"
"You."
He kissed her.
Applause rose around them.
For one beautiful afternoon, Boston seemed to forget that Gabriel Ashford had once been feared.
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He was simply a husband.
And Harper was simply a woman who had survived.
