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There was definitely something...

Something she’d done that she probably shouldn’t have.

Something...

Wait a minute.

Images from the night before flashed through her mind.

The Italian place. She’d had a little too much Chianti, hadn’t she? And then, in the limo, sailing along the strip, making love. Drinking champagne.

But the champagne was no excuse. She hadn’t been that drunk. She’d been perfectly cognizant of everything that happened.

When they’d just happened to stop at the place you get a marriage license, what had she done? Followed him in like a lamb to the slaughter.

And when he’d whipped the ring out of his pocket, had she said, “Declan Keallach McGrath, you hold on just a minute here. What is that ring doing in your pocket?”

No, she had not.

Instead, she’d let him take her hand and slip that ring onto her finger. And then she’d clung to him like paint as they’d rolled on down the strip to that wedding place called Now and Forever.

Now and Forever.

Oh, my God.

The mermaid wedding dress. The flowers. The Gardenia Chapel...

Sweet Lord in heaven.

What had she done?

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