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Was he nuts? Would she be standing here looking like a co on? But instead of opening her mouth to unleash a sarcastic couely re at so temple as she atte “Didn’t Mark and some of his friends show up at some point?”

He had the look of a proud teacher as he nodded his head encouragingly “That’s right I flew here with Mark and the Jackson brothers Weyour club crawl”

I back to her Dancing The taste of his lips Our tongues tangling Hands touching My new husband Wait, what? Lydia stared at Jacob in dawning horror before looking down at the glittering diaer

Holy Fucking Shit

“We got ered over to the bed and dropped down onto it

Just the reaction every ht as he took in Lydia’s shocked demeanor

He sat down on the side of the bed and held her hand, sitting quietly with her for a couple of ers on her forehead and caressed her gently, asking, “Feeling better?” He had no idea why he was checking her for signs of a fever when he full well kneas the alcohol and the shock that had gotten to her

Her earlier panic see a look of helpless confusion in its place “Did we reallyget ht?”

She looked so hopeful that he hated to burst her bubble, but he couldn’t lie to her He rubbed in what he hoped was a soothing pattern on the back of her hand as he said, “No, it actually happened The king himself performed the ceremony”

“The king?” A helpless giggle escaped her luscious lips “That’s rightWe were married by Elvis Presley—or at least so him God, I still remember the—‘Thank youthank you very much’”