She tapped her finger on his nose as she said that. Just to emphasise her point.

“I love you, Sunny.”

She sighed. Then she sniffled. “Do you really?”

“Of course, I do. Why are you upset?” he asked gently as he stripped her down to her panties.

“I don’t know. I’m being silly.”

He sat next to her, pushing her hair off her face. “You’re tired and you’ve had a few cocktails.”

“More than a few,” she replied solemnly.

“Tomorrow, we’re going to have a talk.” He got up and grabbed one of her unicorn nightgowns.

“Oh, no!” she wailed as he helped her get into the nightie. “Does talk mean a spanking? I don’t want a spanking, Daddy.”

He eyed her. “Have you done something to deserve a spanking?”

She frowned, thinking hard. “Not that I can remember. I did stand out of the sunroof tonight.”

“What sunroof?”

“Of the limo. As it was driving.”

“What? And no one thought to stop you? That’s dangerous.”

“But it was fun. And I’m a rebel! A rebel without a cause. A badass motherfucker.” She put her hand over her mouth as he gave her a warning look. “I mean, a badass Daddy’s girl. Yep, that’s what I meant.”

“Remind me to talk to you about that tomorrow,” he said as she yawned, her eyelids growing heavy.

“Sure thing, Daddy. I’ll be sure to do that. Totally.”

“Don’t go to sleep yet,” he warned. “I’m going to go get you some painkillers and water.” He returned quickly, helping her swallow the pills and gulp down some water before he tucked her into bed.

“Daddy, you’re the best.”

“I know.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, my girl.”

Yep, everything was wonderful.

2

Everything was not wonderful.

Sunny bent over the toilet, vomiting. Actually, by now, she was just dry retching since there was nothing left in her tummy.

“I’m dying,” she wailed.

Duke was crouched next to her. He was holding her hair back with one hand while using his other hand to rub her back.

“You’re not dying, Little Rebel.”

“Uh-huh, I am. I’m dying. And right before my wedding. That’s . . . that’s just so sad.”