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"True, but I promise I'll be on my best behavior. Unless you cause a bit of chaos.”

She playfully raises her eyebrows. “Last name James, and chaos is my middle name,” Oakley says with a smirk.

Consider my interest piqued.

“A little chaos could be fun.”

CHAPTER FOUR

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As we pullup to the grand wedding venue, Corbin turns to me with a sly grin and asks, "Shall we make a grand entrance or sneak in through the back?" He opens his door, then the back one, reaching for his coat and tie, which are hanging on the back of his seat. And God, when he slips his arms through the holes and uses his massive shoulders to shrug on the suit coat, my heart beats faster.

I’ve never met a man who’s drop-dead gorgeous yet kind and confident.

The valet goes to open my door, and Corbin stops him and does it himself, afterward letting Dixie out.

“Let's make it a memorable entrance," I say, linking my arm with his as we waltz into the hotel like we own the place.

I’m not sure what I’m looking forward to the most—drinking expensive champagne, dancing, or the potential mischief we may get into.

Corbin checks in at the VIP registration desk, and the employee gushes over every word he says, so I decide to play the vixen. Sliding my hand around his back, I plead, “Come on, baby. You know how impatient I am. I need you.”

He twists his head back to me, and I stare into the most expressive brown eyes I've ever seen. But when one side of his mouth tips into a sly smile, my stomach does a triple toe loop. It spins and spins.

She hands him his key, then adds, “Mrs. Cross said to give you a key to her room as well.”

“Thanks,” Corbin says, “Let’s go. We’ll have to be quick since the wedding begins in mere minutes.”

I glance over my shoulder to the female flirt, satisfied he’s not interested in her at all.

He’s my knight. She can’t have him. We stop at his friends’ room, and he comes out with a dress bag, folded over his arm.

“Here’s our room.” He gives me a faint smile. “I’ll take Dixie to use the bathroom. Can you be ready in ten minutes?”

“Didn’t your mom teach you not to rush a woman?”

“She taught me to be on time, but I have a feeling you’re worth waiting for.” His tongue swipes between his luscious raspberry-colored lips. “We’ll be back.”

How did I get so lucky to meet a man so generous and handsome in a truck stop parking lot?

Some might call it luck.

Some may call it a coincidence.

But I call it fate.

After I hear the door click, I unzip the garment bag, revealing a bronze shimmering dress. I take it out and run my fingers over the delicate fabric, feeling its luxurious weight. It’s not something I could afford on my own, and I carefully slip into the one-shoulder dress. It hugs my waist and bust but flows over my hips. The diagonal hem makes me seem taller.

Wrapping my hair around the hair tie, I place bobby pins to keep the hair tie from showing. It’s a good day to be a hairstylist. As I twirl around in front of the mirror, I can't help but feel alittle out of my element. Even with my hair in a ponytail, I look like a model in a catalogue.

I’m hoping it will be a night to remember.

As I’m touching up my makeup and creating a smokey eye that makes my blue eyes pop, the door clicks, and Dixie runs straight to me, jumping on my dress.

“Down, sweet girl. I don’t want this dress to rip. It’s not mine,” I say as I stroke her curly hair.

Corbin leans against the door frame. “I can’t say that I would mind.” His lips tip into a sly grin. “You look gorgeous.”

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