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Chapter One

Gina Luca knew one thing right down to the very -planner bones: brides were the devil And a bridezilla on her fourth round of tequila shots during the reception? A highly fla the videographer and projecting an impromptu Kiss Cam on the movie theater–sized screen behind the bridal party dais

The screen was supposed to be showing guests in real ti the happy couple’s nuptials Instead, it was showing one of the brides a shrimp cocktail in one hand

She stood on the outer edge of the croatching the beautiful wedding she’d planned get turned into an episode of trash reality TV “There is no way this is going to end well,” she muttered to herself

“With as ht?” a htmare”

Startled, she turned and took in the man who spoke Tall Dark hair Green eyes The scruff of a tri loose around his neck She recognized him immediately

Ford Hartigan

The nah— like he couldn’t actually put his arue—not a shocker Her league was microscopic, which she’d accepted andin her life that had nothing to do with the size of her dating pool She owned her own business and had great friends The uy’s head, but who the hell cared? Not her

At least that took the pressure off trying to sound cool, which she most definitely was not

“Aren’t you just a total romantic” She softened the snark with a smile

“With a Kiss Ca reception with an open bar? With about fifty-three percent of the Waterbury Police Departed to ood-looking people had “Romantic isn’t the word I’d use for it”

She crossed her arhts in the ballroom must have flickered at that aze dropped down to her reen dress—before snapping back up to her face And what she saw in his eyes then? It wasn’t the casual dismissal she was used to

Obviously, sohts She’d have to folloith the hotel staff about it