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“It must be great thinking you know everything,” she said airily, “even when you’re dead wrong.”

“Oh, I’m not wrong. I make it my business to know things.”

“Well, you know how to bug the crap out of me. I’ll give you that.”

“Know what else I am absolutely certain of?” Jake turned toward her now that they were out of the barn. The late afternoon sun slanted across his face and lightened the blue of his eyes. “I know that before the night is done, you’re going to kiss me. You’re going to like it, too.”

Of all the things Jake could have said, she was least prepared for this one. The words just sort of hung there in mid-air. She didn’t know what to do with them.

“Are you drunk?” she sputtered. “Or are you that in love with yourself?”

The smile he gave her was indulgent, as though gently chiding her for her silly reluctance. “Oh, I’m much too controlling to drink.”

“Well, news flash, buddy. I would French kiss a water buffalo before—”

“Tonight,” he said, his voice making the hair on the back of her arms stand up. “You may hate weddings, but you’re going to like the way this one ends.”