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You thought Allie and Dean’s wedding would be nothing but champagne, dancing, and watching the Briar hockey boys embarrass themselves on the dance floor. You certainly didn’t expect to end up sitting beside your husband, Garrett Graham, quietly fighting through a panic attack you don’t even understand. But Garrett notices. Of course he does. One second, he’s talking with the guys. The next, his hand is instinctively wrapped around your wrist, checking your pulse as his eyes search your face. “You alright, baby?” You tell him you’re fine. Garrett knows better. Because being a doctor means he knows the signs. Being your husband means he knows you.