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He chuckles. “Sounds about right.”

I sigh, resting my head on his shoulder. “You’re the best husband ever.”

He kisses my hair. “That’s because I’m planning to peel that red dress off you when we get home.”

“Deal.”

“Damn man… I’m back here.” Knox grumbles from the back seat.

We all laugh.

When we get home, after helping get Bree onto the couch and saying goodnight to Knox and Mari Lynn, he keeps his promise… and then some. Because he’s Chase and I’m lucky as hell.

Tomorrow, we plot Danica’s downfall. But tonight, I let myself be worshiped.

I feel like a damn masterpiece.

CHAPTER 16

HIGH-STAKES BRIDE

ROXY

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The universe must hate me or at least be having a grand laugh at my expense. That’s the only explanation for how I ended up on a Thursday morning balancing a clipboard, a laptop, and a latte while sprinting across a venue parking lot because the bride’s mother just called in a full-scale panic.

“She’s locked herself in the bridal suite,” Mrs. Castillo wails into my phone. “She’s saying she’s not coming out. That she’s calling off the wedding.”

I dodge a golf cart while precariously holding onto everything. “Is the groom there?”

“He’s pacing! And sweating! And asking if he should cancel the mariachi band!”

I rub my temple. “Nobody cancel the mariachi. I’m on my way.”

I burst into the venue, hair flying, clipboard banging into my thigh, and immediately hear muffled sobs coming from upstairs.

“It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine.” I chant to myself.

Mrs. Castillo meets me halfway up the stairs. “Roxy, thank God!”

“What’s our window?”

“She was supposed to start hair an hour ago.”

I inhale. “Okay. I’ve handled worse.”

Mrs. Castillo eyes me. “Worse than a bride threatening to elope with her ex?”

“Maybe not.”

I knock gently on the bridal suite door. “It’s me, Roxy.”

“Go away!”

“Babe, I can’t do that.” I lean against the door. “You want to talk, or you want tequila?”

A pause, and then, she mumbles, “Both,” from the other side of the door.

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