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swear we’re outta here.”
    “I’m holding you to that.”
    “I’d expect nothing less, buttercup.”
    “So where are we going in one hour and fifty-nine minutes?”
    He kissed her temple and said, “It’s a surprise,” for the millionth time. Then his brother Justin snagged his attention and he turned away.
    Sneaky-ass tease. Jack hadn’t told her where they were spending their two-week island honeymoon beyond the cryptic hint that she only needed to pack beachwear—preferably a dozen skimpy bikinis.
    Normally he’d spill his guts if she bribed him with unlimited, no-strings-attached sexual favors. But this time, the stubborn man wouldn’t budge.
    After the Twin Pines banquet workers cleared the dinner plates, the head table was disassembled to make room for the wedding dance and members of the wedding party were relocated. Which would’ve been fine with her, if she and Jack hadn’t ended up on opposite sides of the dance floor.
    A hard bump connected with her hip as AJ McKay—her best friend, matron of honor and sister-in-law—sidled up beside her. “Why the frowny face, Mrs. Donohue?”
    She plastered on a fake grin. “Better?”
    “No, that’s actually worse. What’s up? You seem jumpy.”
    Would she sound like a horny ho-bag if she admitted all she could think about was jumping her husband? Wait. Could she even be a ho-bag if she was obsessed about having nonstop, shake-the-barn-rafters sex with the man she’d just pledged the rest of her life to?
    “Granted, we’re all anxious. It’s been a crazy couple of weeks,” AJ said, breaking Keely’s thoughts.
    “Four different family members having bouts of false labor during your bridal shower. The bachelorette party. I think Ramona is still hungover.”
    Everyone had been shocked at how tame former wild child Keely McKay’s bachelorette party had played out last weekend. Not a lot of takers for a tequila shooting contest besides her cousin Ramona when the majority of Keely’s sisters-in-law and female family members were knocked up. But truthfully, not reverting to her formerly rowdy ways—even for one night—had been a huge relief.
    Screeching feedback from the microphone distorted the air.
    “Sorry about that,” JC Blackwell said from the stage. “The band is set up and we’re ready to kick off the weddin’ dance. So can I get Carson and Keely up here? We’ll start out with the father-daughter dance.
    Hey, you know, in all the years I’ve been doin’ this, that’s the first time I’ve ever said that at a McKay wedding.”
    Laughter rang out as Keely met her father in the center of the dance floor.
    He squinted at her.
    “What?”

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    “You’ve got a funny look on your face, girlie. Aw hell, you ain’t gonna cry again, are you?”
    “Maybe.” She playfully tugged on the silky silver handkerchief poking out of the front pocket of his suit. “At least you’re prepared if I do begin to bawl.”
    He muttered, “Don’t know why I have to wear this fancy-ass piece of crap. It’s worthless.”
    Keely laughed.
    The band started a cover of Kenny Chesney’s “There Goes My Life” and her dad twirled her around and around the dance floor like he had when she was five years old. She looked at him suspiciously.
    “What?”
    “Have you been drinkin’?”
    “Yep. Ain’t every day a man gives away his daughter. His only daughter.”
    Damn him. She was trying so hard not to cry. “Daddy—”
    “We dancin’?” he asked gruffly. “Or talkin’?”
    “Dancing. Definitely.” And she let him twirl her all he wanted.
    When the dance ended and he hugged her in such a public display of affection, she knew he’d been hitting the bottle. When he released her and motioned for JC to bring the microphone to him, Keely thought her father might actually be hammered. Her dad. Making a speech. In front of over two hundred people.
    He held her hand and cleared his throat. “The McKay Ranch had