Page 32 of Burn Bag

A chuckle left his lips. “When in not-Vegas.”

Soon after, the waiters brought around champagne and I clinked my glass with his, grinning the whole time. “To surprise weddings and marrying strangers.”

“I second that,” he laughed, clinking his glass against mine.

After swallowing the contents of my glass, I shoved my chair back and gripped my dress, pulling it out of the way. “Come on. Let’s go have some fun. It’s a reception, after all.”

I grabbed his hand and tugged him out to the center of the room, but there was no space for dancing. “Hey! Beefcakes!” I shouted at two of his friends. “Help a girl out!”

I had no idea who they were, but they instantly came over and did as I instructed, making room for a dance floor. Music filtered over the system and I cringed at the romantic music that flowed through the room.

I looked around until I found where the DJ was set up and hustled over there. We needed good music, and we needed it now. “Hey! Giveme the good stuff. The Hokey Pokey, The Chicken Dance…you know, proper wedding music!”

The DJ nodded and the music shifted just moments later. Grinning, I ran back out to the dance floor and grabbed my hubby’s hand just asLove Shackstarted playing. It wasn’t long before we had a crowd of people around us—singing, dancing, and sweating just like us.

The grin on my face couldn’t be removed for any reason. I was having too much fun, and it appeared Bradford was also. Sweat dripped between my breasts and down my back, and it was only when I had danced for ten songs that I finally took a breather and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

People stopped me along the way, introducing themselves and complimenting how I looked. I doubted I still had that radiant bridal look after dancing so raucously, but I thanked them and finally reached the bathroom. I quickly wet some paper towels and shoved them down my dress, wiping them over my breasts as best I could. It did nothing for the boob sweat beneath them, but the cooling effect at least helped.

I grabbed more paper towels and ran them over my neck, moaning when it cooled my skin. I felt like I was on fire.

“That good, huh?”

I glanced toward the door where another woman stood with a grin on her face. “I really need another dress, but I didn’t exactly think of that.”

“Well, last-minute ceremonies will do that,” she chuckled. “I’m Isla.”

“Daphne.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” I grinned, waving my hand in front of my face.

“So, you just agreed to marry a man you’ve never met?”

I was a little surprised by the accusation in her tone, but she was his friend. I guess she had the right to be suspicious.

“Well, he did the same,” I shrugged.

“He thought he was getting a different woman.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. Gone was thefriendliness from when she walked through the door. Frankly, I was surprised she was acting so vicious.

“Is there a problem here?”

For just a moment, I saw a hint of regret in her eyes. “Just don’t screw him over. We all care about him, and we want to make sure he’s happy.”

Shecared about him.

My eyes dipped to the ring on her finger, and I couldn’t help but wonder why she was so territorial of a man she wasn’t married to. But that was for another night. I was determined to enjoy my time.

“Well, it was lovely to meet you,” I smiled. “Have a great night.”

I tossed the paper towels in the trash and yanked open the door, letting her words fall away the moment I heardThe Chicken Dancecome on. Running out there, I hustled over to Bradford and immediately started dancing. The grin on my face couldn’t be contained as I watched him really get into it, shaking his butt with the music.

In fact, everyone was having a great time. We flipped from song to song, every one getting more wild than the last. We were dancing toBrown-Eyed Girland he was swinging me across the dance floor, grinning from ear to ear. I was having so much fun.

And then the music changed. The first slow song of the entire night.

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