THE WEDDING BOX – Exclusive excerpt By Toni Blake   A sleek, shiny black sedan glides past us as we stand next to the grave, directly beside one of the twisty, winding cemetery lanes.  I glance up as the car slows down about thirty yards away and eases to a stop, then I return my attention to a yellow gingham ribbon tied to a branch and in need of a little straightening. “Oh my,” Aunt Nan croons softly. I peek over at her, pretty sure she’s not just admiring my bow adjustment, then follow her eyes to the stopped car.  Or, more precisely, to the man who just exited it.  With dark hair and a chiseled jawline, he’s remarkably handsome and clearly well-groomed, but he strikes me as austere.  Wearing a black business suit—as sleek as the car—I find him intimidatingly attractive, even from that distance.  The only soft thing about him is the fact that he’s accompanied by a cute little Yorkie on a hot pink—decidedly not austere—leash.  The cute dog looks out of place with him. I shift my glance to Aunt Nan.  “What?” “He’s a handsome one.” Yeah, I noticed that.  But so what?  “I suppose.” “You…