Page 141 of Vengeful Vows

“Girlfriend," she mutters, and she’s a little dimmed as we go out to the car. Gray, Lara, and Da have already left, and Paige will be meeting us there.

We arrive for our reservation right on time, and I’m antsy as they seat us.

Paige’s a little late, and I glare at her, but she just shrugs, giving me a sheepish smile.

“Now,” Da says. “What’s everyone ordering?”

I can’t wait.

“Champagne for the table,” I say, and I discreetly hand the server the ring to put in her champagne glass.

When everyone has a glass poured, I smile and clink my fork on my glass.

“A toast,” I suggest, and Bree looks up at me, surprised. “To Bree becoming a Burke, once and for all.”

We all clink our glasses, and I watch her face as she starts to drink, her eyes widening when she realizes what’s going on.

“Declan,” she breathes. “You bastard.”

My father and Gray both crack up, and I get down on one knee.

“Bree Murphy,” I say quietly. “Will you marry me? Will you make me the happiest man on Earth?”

She huffs out a breath. “I already married you. And you divorced me.”

“Will you marry me again? Forever this time?” I ask patiently, knowing that she’s prideful but that her attitude is just a front.

“Of course I will,” she mutters, throwing her arms around me, and Paige is recording and Lara’s crying and it’s a beautiful moment.

I’m glad I got to share it with my family.

The morning after our engagement, we’re in a Catholic church and going through the religious motions of getting married.

Kael is finally back from out of town, and he and Cillian stand next to me as my best men.

Kael whistles as we wait for Bree to come down the aisle. “I can’t believe you’re doing this twice.”

“I keep telling you, it’ll happen to you.”

Kael snorts. “Fat chance.

“I didn't think it would happen to me, either, but here we are.”

“We’re not the same, my friend.” Kael smiles as he shakes his head.

It seems to take forever for the ceremony to finish, and I’m impatient for her to be declared my wife again. To be able to kiss my bride.

When the priest finally does proclaim us husband and wife and gives me permission, I grab her around the waist, kissing her so deeply that Gray whoops and hollers from the crowd.

She grins against my mouth.

“Where are we going for the honeymoon?”

“You won’t know until we get there.”

Bree pouts. “I don’t like surprises.”

“You do now,” I tell her with a chuckle, and we head to the reception, accepting money and gifts from everyone.

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