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“Smart men,” Archer snarled. “I should marry Bellamy just to get back at you, you sexy little brat.”

Indi stepped closer to him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“No shit,” he gritted out. “Now get your ass down there and let’s try this again.”

“Daddy Dock!” Hadley shouted. “Uncle Archer said a bad word!”

As Jock and Daphne hushed her, Indi arched a brow at her future husband and said, “Excuse me, but where is my please?”

Archer closed his eyes for a beat, his chest expanding with a deep inhalation. When he opened his eyes, love radiated from them. “Please let me have this moment to watch my future wife walk down the aisle.”

Her smile widened, and ten minutes later Archer got his wish, turning all those chuckles to sniffles and tears as he and Indi exchanged vows and rings, and the officiant said, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

Whoops and cheers rang out as Archer kissed the living daylights out of Indi.

Chapter Thirty-Two

ALL OF THEIR close friends and some of their extended family had shown up for the reception, which was in full swing. The first dance had long passed, toasts had been made, and dinner had already been eaten and cleared away. Lights twinkled against the clear night sky, and conversation, laughter, and music filled the air as Sutton danced with Leni, Indi, and Keira to “I Gotta Feeling” by the Black Eyed Peas.

Jules and Bellamy twirled into their group, and Jules belted out, “Tonight’s gonna be the best night! We’re living it up.” She shimmied her shoulders. “I got my honey. He’s gonna get it up. I’m gonna ride him, like, oh yeah, baby. On the couch, gonna ride him hard, make a baby. Gonna have an O-O-O-O—”

They all cracked up and threw their hands in the air, bouncing up and down, singing Jules’s lyrics and laughing. Sutton looked toward the bar, where her brothers had dragged Flynn and Raz off a little while ago. She spotted Flynn and Raz watching them. Flynn was holding up his phone like he was taking a video of Sutton and the girls. She amped up her sexy dancing, whipping her hair around and swinging her hips. Then she turned to the girls and pointed to Flynn and Raz. As Sutton and the girls danced their hearts out, Flynn and Raz ate it up.

When the song ended, Jules and Bellamy ran over to Tara, who was taking pictures, and the rest of them headed off the dance floor together.

“That was fun.” Leni fanned her face. “But I need a drink.”

“Yeah, right. You just want some Razzmatazz.” Indi waggled her brows.

“Who can blame her?” Keira said, her light brown hair falling over the shoulders of her plum-colored dress. “That man is freaking hot.”

“I thought you swore off men because they created drama,” Sutton asked.

“I did, but that doesn’t mean I lost the ability to ogle them,” Keira said. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed your cousins. Talk about tall, dark, and handsome glasses of champagne. Gimme, gimme. I swear they get better looking every time I see them.”

Sutton followed Keira’s gaze to three of her aunt Faye’s sons, Reggie, Jesse, and his twin, Brent. She and Flynn had seen their brother Finn, his twin sister, Fiona, her husband, Jake, and their baby, Cannon, earlier. Talk about six degrees of separation, Jake was another relative of Flynn’s.

“And don’t get me started on your man, Sutton,” Keira said, drawing her attention back to the conversation. “I can’t believe it took you a year and a half to get with him. If that guy were trying to get me fired, I’d’ve jumped his bones ages ago just to win him over.”

“That’s a load of crap,” Leni said. “You would’ve decked him.”

Sutton nodded in agreement. “You totally would have.”

“They’re right,” Indi said. “You might be petite, but you’ve got big opinions, and you don’t hold back.”

Keira lifted her chin proudly. “What can I say? I went to the Leni Steele School of Attitudes.” She looked over Sutton’s shoulder and leaned in, lowering her voice. “Here come the matchmakers.”

Sutton turned as her mother approached with her aunt Faye, who was big and beautiful, like her mother, and could pass for her mother’s blond sister. They were with Keira’s mother, Margot Silver, and Gail Remington. Margot and Gail looked like they were from different worlds. Margot was tall and lean and always impeccably put together, from her perfectly coiffed light brown bob and expensive jewelry to her designer dress and thousand-dollar heels, though she was anything but pretentious, and Gail was the epitome of laid-back, with her wild gray and brown curls and free-flowing earthy fashion.

“Hello, ladies,” Margot said, beautiful in a long black dress with lace shoulders.

“Hi,” they said in unison.

“We heard about your prank, Indi,” Gail said. “That was gutsy.”

“I had to do it.” Indi grinned proudly. “My husband is the king prankster. It’s only fitting that I prove myself to be the queen.”

“Well, sweetheart, you definitely did that,” Sutton’s mother said. “Are you enjoying the reception?”