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head.
    His eyes go to my chest. Then to my new tattoo. His pupils dilate as he nods.
    I push my pajama bottoms off my hips. "Let's start with right here. Then we can move to the bed."
    He does away with his boxers. "Princess, I love the way you think."

Chapter Five
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    M egara
    Miles and I sit at a cozy corner table at the Starbucks three blocks east of Las Vegas Boulevard, sipping our drinks and soaking in the silence.
    My eyelids press together. I can see bits and pieces of a wedding. I can see the two of us at an altar. It's not as pristine as the one in the hotel chapel. It's bright and brilliant, overflowing with red roses or maybe purple orchids.
    His eyes sparkle. My hands are on his. There are wedding rings, simple silver bands. There are words falling from our lips.
    A shriek of glee pulls me from my thoughts.
    "You're getting married!" Kara squeals. Her friendly voice echoes around the room.
    She bounces toward me. Her long, dark hair bounces with her. Her makeup highlights her brown eyes and her round lips. Her navy wrap dress shows off her enviable curves.
    Drew, her fiancé, Miles's closest friend and the guitarist of Sinful Serenade, is a few paces behind her. He wears his exhaustion all over his handsome face. There's something else in his dark eyes— he's wrecked with worry. More than usual.
    She throws her arms around me. "I'm so excited. Do you have a venue? Do you have a day?"
    Drew makes the cut it out expression.
    "We don't have anything," I admit.
    "Don't worry, Princess. I'll take care of it." Miles presses his lips to my forehead. "Go get beautiful with your friend."
    "Get beautiful?" Kara puts her hand on her hip, feigning indignation. "She's gorgeous right now. And so am I. Not as gorgeous as my poor, jetlagged baby." She blows Drew a kiss. "And he's not even wearing eyeliner yet."
    Drew shakes his head. "Every day since Tom's wedding."
    "It's hot, baby." She pulls him into a close hug. Then she's on her tiptoes, and he's leaning down to kiss her. Even in her wedge shoes, she's at least six inches shorter than Drew.
    Drew groans with pleasure. He's crazy about her, but he's not the PDA type. Well, not with us watching. I've heard plenty of stories about public sex.
    After she pulls away, she looks into his eyes. It's a plea, a secret one.
    "It's Pete's fault," Drew complains. "Jess swoons over him in eyeliner, so now he wears it every day."
    Miles chuckles. "Steele's got game. Can't fault him for that."
    Drew turns to Kara. "Will you—"
    "No." She cuts him off. "Don't say anything. To anyone. Please."
    "About what?" I ask.
    "It's nothing. A surprise... for after your wedding." She bites her lip, not quite believing her words. "I have a dozen shops bookmarked. We're getting home late. So don't wait up, boys."
    "My parents are coming in. They want to meet us for dinner," I say.
    "Okay, okay. Most of these places close by eight. I permit you to meet Dr. and Dr. Smart for dinner at nine." She turns to Miles. "You, arrange dinner. And no excuses about how you were too busy writing love songs or getting new tattoos or something."
    Miles chuckles. "Sure thing, Kara. Good to see you again. How did you like, uh..." He runs his hand through his hair, trying to recall the city of Kara's trip.
    "Shanghai. It was different." She turns to Drew with an encouraging smile. "Throw a depraved bachelor party. Put Tom's to shame."
    "A depraved party that ends in time for him to get to dinner at nine?" Drew asks.
    "You're in Vegas. I'm sure you can squeeze lots of depravity into the next ten hours." She laughs. "I believe in you."
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    T he bridal shop is huge and it's pink. Every inch of space is pastel pink—the floor, the walls, the frames around the mirrors, the couches, the register.
    There must be a thousand dresses. A few hundred are close enough to my size—they do rush alterations here—that they make viable options.
    There are several hundred dresses to choose from.
    And I haven't