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The two bikes roar out, and I can’t help waving and grinning. When I turn around, the teenage girls are all staring at me, so I wink. “That’s my man. He’s fantastic in bed.”

Their collective mouths drop open, and I walk away, humming.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Marriage Vows & Margaritas

Shelby—

The thunder of motorcycles coming up the drive carries to the bathroom where I’m putting on my last bit of makeup. I’ve given myself a little swoop of a cat eye with the eyeliner, and it looks great with the black dress. I’ve kept my jewelry simple, sticking with only a pair of dangling earrings.

Grabbing the small clutch Jenny lent me, I get to the door just as Rio comes through it.

Every thought in my head goes right out when my eyes sweep over him in his black suit and stark white shirt. He looks fantastic. “Wow.”

His gaze drops to my dress. “Goddamn, woman. That is some dress. You are stunning.”

“Thank you.”

“Your hair is sexy up like that. I like it.”

I reach up and touch it. “And you look gorgeous in that suit.”

My compliment has the corner of his mouth tilting up. “You think so?” He adjusts his cuffs and looks down at himself.

“Definitely.”

He chuckles and approaches me, his hands landing on my waist to pull my body flush against his. I drink in the cologne he’s wearing.

“You smell amazing.”

“Thanks. The sales guy at the store recommended it. It’s not too much, is it?”

“It’s just right.”

He dips his head and kisses me, and my hands land on the shoulders of his suit jacket, reminding me this is a different Rio. When he pulls back, I grin.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing, it’s just that you keep surprising me.”

“Do I?” He glances around. “Where’s Bella?”

“She’s spending the night with Jenny. They have a whole night planned. Pizza, movies, Ice cream, and in the morning, Jenny promised to take her out for a pancake breakfast.”

“The kid’s got it made.” He gives me a look with the devil in his eyes. “So, that means you’ve got the place to yourself tonight?”

“I do. And if you play your cards right, mister, I might ask you to spend the night.”

“Count on it.” He kisses me again, then tilts his head to the door. “You ready? The boys are waiting.”

“I did hear a horde of motorcycles. Does that mean your whole club is going to this wedding?”

“Yup. Eduardo invited them all.” He turns and extends his elbow. “Come on, Cinderella. Your carriage awaits.”

When we step outside, I see the guys. They’ve got their cuts on, but underneath they have what are obviously brand-new white dress shirts and new dark wash jeans.

I can’t help smiling.

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