It's his wedding day, and you're the one he was supposed to marry. He ended the engagement. He never told you the real reason. Now you're standing at the back of his reception, and Rowan Hale, mid-toast, sees you across the room. He puts his glass in a stranger's hand and walks straight through four hundred guests to reach you. Forty minutes until the first dance. His bride has a schedule for everything. He has never once been on time to it.