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PROLOGUE
TWO THINGS CAME to mind as Sara Moreira stood behind the bride-to-be.
One: she was grateful her boyfriend hadnât waited until her wedding day to ghost her. Instead, he had left in the middle of the night. No response to her texts. No returned calls. Heâd just disappeared into the ether.
And two: Dr. Sebastian Texeira looked as gorgeous in a tux as he did in a lab coat.
More than gorgeous. Even when he slid a finger behind his bow-tie and tugged as if his collar were ten times too tight. Something heâd done repeatedly during the wedding, looking none too happy with the proceedings.
Why was she even noticing that? Wasnât she supposed to be knee deep in her own woes, not worrying about someone elseâs problems?
Her tummy tightened as she took in the broad chest and narrow hips. Wow, evidently her devastation hadnât reached the more primal regions of her brain.
Dr. Texeiraâs glance shifted with shocking swiftness andâyikes!âcaught her staring. The second time heâd done that. His mouth kicked up to one side, sending her errant stomach diving feet first into a dark pool.
What was wrong with her?
This was his sisterâs wedding, for heavenâs sake. She needed to keep her eyes to herself.
Besides, this man was way out of her league. Even further than the guy sheâd imagined herself in love with. The man sheâd cried bitter tears over a month ago.
Or had that just been wounded pride?
âUp here, please?â
Saraâs attention snapped back to the minister. Heâd asked something and was staring right at her.
Céus. Was she supposed to be doing something? Straightening the brideâs train? Vacuuming the red carpet that covered the dusty ground of her dadâs ranch? Lying down and dying of embarrassment?
The last option was a definite possibility.
A sense of hysteria began building in her chest before Dr. Texeira snagged her gaze once more, lifting his right hand and waggling his little finger. The glitter of a diamond band appeared. What the�
Ohâ¦ring! She was supposed to give Natália the groomâs ring.
But where was it? Her mind went blank in an instant.
A few giggles came from behind her. Oh, Lord, she couldnât believe this was happening.
The good doctor came over to her. âHere.â He reached for the bouquet she held. Tied to one of the ribbons was the errant ring. With a few quick twists, he teased it free of the knot.
âGive me your hand,â he murmured.
She jerked it back in a rush.
âIâm just going to give it to you.â
âOh.â Feeling like a fool, she opened her hand, and the sizzle of cool fingers brushing across her palm made her suck down a couple of breaths. She handed the ring over to Natália as if it were coated with poison.
It might as well be.
She looked back across the aisle to where he had retreated.
Okay, the man was now watching her with open amusement. Her lower lip jutted slightly, then froze when his gaze dropped to her mouth.
Mini-frissons of heat overtook each of her limbs.
Was she getting heatstroke?
What had her father been thinking, inviting members of his cancer care team to have their wedding at the ranch?
Dr. Texeira had been part of that team. And Sara had spent the better part of last year at his hospital during her dadâs treatment.
And now Antônio Moreira was well again. Graças a Deus. She could feel his presence in the small group of people seated behind the wedding party.