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I’ve ever gotten and you had to go and ruin it!” he yelled, stomping his foot.
    “I—I’m sorry,” I cried, sniffing my nose. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll leave you alone from now on. I won’t bother you anymore. I just—I just thought we could be friends—that’s all.”
    Bentley looked into my eyes and I actually saw a hint of remorse. “Don’t cry, Shamrock. I’m sorry for making you cry. Please don’t cry. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you,” he said, extending his shirt sleeve for me to wipe away my tears.
    “Why—why did you call me Shamrock,” I asked, as my tears began to subside.
    “Don’t they have lots of shamrocks in Ireland?” he answered with a dimpled-grin on his face.
    Just then my mom came over and ushered us to our place in line.

    “That’s our cue, Ireland.” Bentley said, snapping his fingers in front of my face.
    “What?” I responded, shaking my head in confusion.
    “We need to go down the aisle. It’s our turn,” he whispered. “And, by the scowl on Katie’s face she’s going to kick our asses if we don’t go right now.”
    I quickly turned to see what Bentley was talking about and chuckled when I saw Katie’s signature, bitch glare.
    “You know you love me,” I mouthed, blowing her a kiss.
    “I’ll love you even more when you’re walking down that damn aisle,” she mouthed back.
    I was so stunned after seeing Bentley after nearly two decades that I hadn’t really gotten a good look at him. Now here I stood, only twenty feet away and I couldn’t help but take him all in. I always had a schoolgirl crush on him, but staring at the grown up version of Bentley was doing things to me that I hadn’t felt in a long time, if ever. He looked debonair in his black tuxedo—his broad shoulders and muscular chest filling out his coat perfectly.
    The wine-colored tie and vest that Katie had chosen for the groomsmen only enhanced the amber flecks in his smoldering, chocolaty eyes. His brown hair was short, yet just long enough to slick back with a tiny amount of gel. His day-old scruff outlining his chiseled jaw left me with goosebumps as I imagined what it would feel like if he were to pepper a trail of heated kisses down my naked body.
    When he kissed me on the cheek earlier, I wantonly breathed in the smell of his cologne radiating off his lapel. It was a mix of lemon zest with a hint of vanilla. Why did I have an almost immediate urge to ask him what he was wearing? It’s not like I needed a mental inventory of what to buy him for Christmas. Bentley will be gone again after this weekend, and things will return to normal as if we hadn’t just run into each other again after nearly twenty years.
    “Earth to Ireland,” Katie said, breaking through my thoughts.
    “Shit. Sorry. Shit—I just swore in church. Shit,” I stammered.
    “Snap out of it. Will you, please?” she demanded sternly before continuing. “I need Greg’s ring. And wipe the drool from your chin.”
    I looked at her with wide eyes before handing her the titanium band. “Seriously? I was drooling?” I questioned.
    “No, but you very well could’ve been with that dopey smile on your sex-flushed face,” she whisper-yelled. “Now would you pay attention to me—your best friend? It is MY wedding day after all.”

 
    G reg’s niece and nephew were twirling around the dance floor to “(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life” pretending to be Baby and Johnny out on the dance floor. I was almost certain it was Katie who had played Dirty Dancing for the kids a time or two. She’d been obsessed with that movie since before we’d even met.
    When she told me she was marrying Greg, I was actually terrified that she was going to make the entire bridal party learn the movie’s closing routine complete with the deadlift jump. Thank god she’d never approached me with the idea and I definitely wasn’t going to give her the suggestion. I’d seen all of those videos trending on YouTube