Page 166 of Bride By Initiation

I laugh. "Don't tell me to be good.Yoube good."

"I already told you I will."

"Uh-huh. Sure. I know how guys are at bachelor parties," I state.

"Stop worrying," he orders.

"Fine." I raise onto my tiptoes and kiss him.

We go our separate ways, and I'm soon in Fiona's SUV. We have a fifteen-minute drive until it pulls up to one of the newest clubs.

I gush, "Oh, I heard this place is awesome."

"Yeah. The Wave's getting huge reviews. Kinsley and Kylie have already been here, of course," she adds, her lips twitching.

"Of course they have. Where are they?"

"Everyone's inside," she answers.

We get out of the car and stroll toward the line. Fiona steers me to the front, cooing, "Hey, Jason."

The bouncer eyes us over. His biceps bulge in his tight T-shirt. His black pants hug him perfectly. He looks me over and asks, "Fiona, who's this sexy woman with you?"

She puts her arm around me. "This is my sister-in-law, Zara."

He cringes. "Ugh, married woman."

"Yep. Sorry, can't have her," she sing-songs.

I laugh.

He lifts the red rope. "Have a good night, ladies. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Fiona smirks at him. "Don't worry."

We step inside the club. The music is so loud I can feel it vibrating through my body. We scan the area, and she points. "Oh, there they are." She leads me over to a VIP section.

Shannon, Kinsley, Kylie, Mariya, and a dozen other Ivanoff and O'Malley women are there. Part of me is relieved she only brought the younger generation. Not that I don't love my aunts and my mom, but things are still strained between us.

Everyone rises, and I hug and kiss them on the cheeks. Kinsley hands me a glass of champagne.

Fiona raises her glass in a toast. "To my sister-in-law, but let's pretend you're not married tonight." Her eyes twinkle.

I groan. "Fiona."

She rolls her eyes, laughing. "I'm kidding. But come on, we're going to have fun. To Zara."

"To Zara," everyone replies, clinking glasses.

I take a sip, and the refreshing bubbles slide down my throat. We sit down and talk for a while and then Kylie rises. "I don't know about you ladies, but I'm ready to dance."

"Me too," Shannon agrees.

A good-looking, maybe thirty-something red-headed man reaches out and grabs her arm.

She spins. "What are you—" Her words cut off as she stills.

"Wanna dance?" he asks.

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