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followed too closely in Pops’ footsteps.
    But this didn’t feel like a blackout. This felt different.
    I gestured for her to follow me across the room to the table that sat in front of the impressive wall of windows at the back of the suite. I opened the doors that led out onto the balcony to let a little of the hot, humid Vegas air into the room then settled in a chair across from hers.
    “You work here?”
    She nodded. “I’ve worked here a little over six months.”
    I remembered her; I remembered seeing her in the casino on more than one visit. She was distinctive not only in her looks—and she was beautiful, even in the ridiculous costumes Mickey found so alluring—but in the way she held herself. She seemed slightly above her station, as though she was a princess walking among the peasants. That look intrigued me.
    “You served me drinks last night.”
    She inclined her head. “Vodka cranberry.”
    “Yeah.” I sat back a little. “Why here? Why Vegas?”
    She looked away, a war of emotions dancing on her face that she clearly didn’t want me to see. “It’s as good a place as any.”
    “Yeah? Where are you from?”
    “Oregon.”
    “What part of Oregon?”
    “Ashland.”
    My eyebrows rose. “Nice area.”
    She agreed with a slight movement of her head. She didn’t talk much, did she?
    “Did you already tell me all this?”
    She looked over at me, her eyes moving slowly over my face. “We talked about a lot of things last night.”
    “Obviously.”
    “It’s not like I trapped you into this. This was all your idea!”
    She stood and started for the door. I chased after her, some part of me convinced that I couldn’t let her leave. I grabbed her arm and turned her around, forcing her to stop.
    “Look, I’m just trying to figure all this out, okay? I don’t remember what happened last night, and I’m not the kind of guy who just gets married on a whim. I just…I want to understand.”
    Her expression softened slightly. “It must be confusing.”
    “Like I said, let’s order some breakfast and talk about this. Okay?”
    “Yeah, I guess.”
    That was better than nothing. I pulled her back toward the table, and then I grabbed the phone and called down for a lavish breakfast: eggs and bacon, fruit, pancakes, sweet rolls, and orange juice. Suddenly, it all sounded incredibly good.
    I’d had a headache since I woke up, but I put it down to too much drinking. The headache came along with a stomachache that plagued me until the moment I ordered the food. But could it be from something else?
    I threw myself back into my chair and crossed my arms as I studied Amelia.
    “The thing I don’t get about all this is that I’m not the marrying kind. I have no intention of ever tying myself down to a woman. Yet, here I am, with this ring on my finger.” I held up my hand and looked at the wedding band as it sparkled in the light. “What did you say to me that made me want to marry you so badly?”
    She shrugged, another blush crawling up her face.
    “I told you I wouldn’t go to bed with you.”
    “Did you? And that was enough for me to put a ring on your finger?”
    “You said it worked for Danny Bonaduce.”
    “I said that?” I laughed because that was a joke between Killian and I. “And you went for it?”
    “You said some other things, sweet things. You can be very charming when you want to be.”
    “I suppose I can.”
    I walked over to where the pictures were still sitting on a side table. I picked them up and looked through them, shaking my head at the almost dumb look on my face. But I had to admit that I didn’t look high or drunk or out of it in any way.
    “Where’s the tux?”
    “We borrowed the clothes from the chapel.”
    “A full-service wedding?”
    “It was thirty dollars extra, but you said that it wasn’t right to get married in jeans.”
    I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. We looked ridiculous in those pictures. I had to have been drunk to think that the chapel’s