Bailey's Irish Dream
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“Bailey,” Quinn whispered harshly. “Just say I do so we can get the heck out of here. Everyone is staring at us.” He forced a thin lipped smile, then nodded at Father Mike to continue.
“Do you, Bailey Maguire, take thee Zedidiah Quinn to be--”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked. “Are you ashamed of your name?”
“No, damnit!” Seeing the priest’s surprised expression, Quinn quickly apologized. “I’m sorry. Just go ahead. Let’s get this over with.”
Father Mike looked at him like he was a piece of slime. Clearing his throat, he started over. “Do you, Bailey Maguire--”
“If you’re not ashamed--”
“Damnit, Bailey.” He apologized to Father Mike for swearing again. “She does, okay? We both do.” Over Bailey’s shoulder he saw Kaitlyn’s wide eyes staring back at him. Turning around, he told Mark, “Give me the ring.” Mark dug it out of his pocket and handed it to Quinn. Quinn shoved it on Bailey’s finger.
“Just pronounce us man and wife,” he ordered the priest. “And do it fast.”
“I . . .” Father Mike scowled at them both, then said, “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the . . .”
Too late. Quinn had already covered her mouth with his. Bailey wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back. This was something he wouldn’t mind doing forever. And ever.
THE END
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Booklist
Romance
Bailey’s Irish Dream
Love, Lies and High Heels
Mystery
Lust’s Betrayal
Every Breath You Take
Prying Eyes