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“Yeah, it’s not my thing. But you know where I really excel?” His hands skimmed up her back. “The bedroom.”
“Oh yeah?” she purred. “I’ve been told I could be great at sex if I’d only play the field.”
He frowned. “Who told you that? Sounds like a moron.”
“You’ve got a better idea?”
“Uh-huh,” he said, pulling her closer. “Same guy, every night, until death do you part.”
Riley’s heart flipped over in her chest. She flung her arms around his neck. “Let’s do it.”
He lowered his mouth to hers. “You’ll make a fantastic Mrs. Dinkle.”
Indeed.
Epilogue
“I thought part of the appeal of a beach wedding was that the groomsmen didn’t have to wear suits,” Sam muttered, tugging at his light blue tie.
Mitchell, looking completely unruffled and at home in his own suit despite the swampy St. Lucia heat, stared at Sam in mild horror. “What are we, savages?”
Julie took another sip of her champagne, looking impossibly pretty in her blue bridesmaid dress, her blond hair pulled back into a beachy bun. “Sam, just consider yourself lucky I talked Mitchell into black tie optional for our wedding.”
Mitchell gave her a steady look. “It’s at the Plaza. We’re going to look like hobos without it.”
Sam groaned. “How long do I have to prepare for that one?”
“Four months and twelve days,” Julie said, patting him on the arm. “But you should probably start fretting now. As a groomsman, your black tie isn’t so optional.”
Riley slid her hand over the back of Sam’s neck, letting her fingers toy with his hair. “I think you’ll look hot in a tux.”
Emma sipped her mojito. “All guys look hot in a tux.”
Alex Cassidy, Oxford editor in chief and Jake’s best man, gave her a hooded look. “Even me?”
She didn’t even bother to glance at her ex-fiancé. “Hard to say. The whole effect is kind of ruined by your ego.”
The approach of Grace and Jake put a halt to another one of their ice-cold verbal wars, although Riley noticed that Alex’s eyes stayed on Emma long after she’d turned away.
Interesting. Very interesting.
“Don’t even think about it,” Sam muttered quietly in her ear.
“Think about what?”
“Matchmaker. You’re bad at it.”
“I matched up us.”
“Something I might start to regret if your dog destroys one more pair of my shoes.”
“What can I say?” Riley said, patting his cheek fondly. “Pippy has a fondness for old sneakers from 1987.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Did you put her up to it?”
Riley hid her smile as she stood to hug the bride and groom. “Grace, if you weren’t my best friend, I’d hate you. You’ve ruined weddings for the rest of us, because nobody will look as good in white as you do.”
Grace smoothed the skirt of her slim empire-waist dress. “Why, because I’m so virginal?”
