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better get going or I’ll be late.”
    As they came downstairs, Tom stood in the kitchen doorway. “Do you need your car filled up? How about the oil checked?”
    “You don’t have to worry about me, Dad. I’m not sixteen anymore.”
    He gave her a sheepish grin and a peck on the cheek. “You and Mandy will always be my little girls.”
    Dora elbowed him out of the way, her hands dripping soap and water on the floor, obviously on a mission. “A lawyer, honey. Think about it, will you? For me?”
    Stephanie saw the earnest expression on her face and felt sorry for Mandy. There was no doubt about it, once Mandy and Dane were married, Dora would be after grandchildren.
    “You’re getting the floor wet.” As she watched Dora dry her hands on her apron, she hooked a thumb toward the front door. “I need to get going or I’ll be late.”
    Dora’s frowning gaze swept over her. “I hope you’ll tuck in that shirt before you meet your lawyer.”
    Mandy laughed.
    Stephanie rolled her eyes at her sister. “He’s not my lawyer.”
    With a huff, Dora set her hands on her hips. “Don’t count him out before you meet him. A single lawyer.” She threw her hands up in the air. “For goodness sakes, child, you’re giving me grey hairs.”
    “Forget it, Mom.”
    “But a double wedding—my two girls—”
    Tom held up his hands. “Whoa. I’m not made of money.”
    Dora sent an apologetic glance toward her younger daughter. “Sorry, dear. You know I love Dane like a son but…” She held out her hands in supplication and turned back to Stephanie. “A lawyer, honey, for goodness sake, you’ll never do better than that unless you manage to snag a doctor…”
    Mandy crossed her arms over her chest. “I hope you don’t talk like this in front of Dane, Mom.”
    Stephanie tuned out her family, and with a backward wave, headed out of the beach house.
    Behind her, Dora called out, “Do you want me to come help you with the wedding? I’d love to help. You know I’m a natural event planner.”
    “No, you have enough to do to get ready for your birthday party.”
    “You’ll tuck in your shirt before you meet your lawyer, won’t you, honey?” And her mom always had to get in one last—last-last-last—word. “I never should have let you go with that woman . She totally ruined any chance I might have had to get you married.”
    That woman may have saved her from a lifetime of heartbreak.
    Without answering, Stephanie gave a final wave, and as she drove back onto Tranquility Drive, she swallowed back the nausea that seemed determined to make the next three days a challenge.
    And it wasn’t just the wedding that she was worried about.
    Stone Kincaid, the man who starred in her nighttime fantasies.
    The biggest mistake of her life.
    The biggest frog, too.
    She’d met him at her grandma’s Valentine Day wedding, all five star fire alarm sexy, and slept with him, then snuck out before he woke. And even though she’d left a fake business card with a fake telephone number, she’d been annoyed because he hadn’t internet stalked her and called.
    Then unable to shake him from her thoughts, she’d internet stalked him and discovered he was a hotshot lawyer all right, the worst kind of all.
    The kind that would send her mom into a bonafide tizzy.

CHAPTER THREE

    Stephanie drove north along Tranquility Drive, taking in the beautiful shoreline and the white sandy beaches, enjoying her last opportunity for some peace and quiet…
    …because when she arrived at the Kincaid ocean front estate, chaos ruled everywhere. With only three days till the bride walked down the aisle, things were bound to get worse.
    Outside, gardeners mowed and pruned and weeded and pinched. Inside, cleaning staff raced around the massive beach house, polishing windows and silverware and everything in-between.
    And like frosting on a cake under the heat of the sun, the bride and her mother were in a state of meltdown, snipping and snapping and