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Chapter One

If it had not been for my fiance's alcoholic cousin Mookie I feel
quite sure that my daddy would still be a member in good standing
at the Oconee Hills Country Club. But Mookie can't drink hard
liquor. She can drink beer and wine all day and all night and not
bat an eyelash, but give her a mai-tai or, God forbid, a margarita,
and you are asking for trouble.

It was my rehearsal dinner, which the Jernigans were hosting, and I
was the bride-to-be, so I don't believe I should have been the one
responsible for keeping a grown woman and mother of two away from
the margarita machine, even if she was one of the
bridesmaids.

Nonetheless, I was the one standing there when Mookie went spinning
out of control across the dance floor, and I was the one who got
sprayed with a good six ounces of strawberry margarita. And across
the front of my blue raw silk Tahari dress too.

"For God's sake," snapped GiGi, my mother-in-law-to-be. She of
course had neatly sidestepped Mookie, leaving her own pale pink
beaded gown spotless. "I told you not to have her in the wedding.
You know how she gets."

"Keeley," Mookie yelped, lunging at me with her half-empty glass.
"I am sooooo sorry. Let me help you get cleaned up."

She proceeded to dump the rest of her drink down my back.

"It's fine," I said, gritting my teeth. "Just a little spot."

Mookie's mother, who is used to this kind of behavior, snatched her
up by the arm and started dragging her toward the door so she
wouldn't cause any more of a scene, and all the women closed ranks
around me, dabbing and fussing until I wanted to scream.

Actually, I'd been wanting to scream for several weeks now.

Enough! Enough parties. Enough presents. Enough luncheons and teas,
enough sappy wedding showers, enough family and friends oohing and
aahing over the perfect couple.

A.J. had had enough too. "Can't we just go somewhere and screw our
brains out for a couple weeks, then come back and be normal?" he'd
asked the night before the rehearsal dinner.

It had been a busy week. I'd already endured the "Sip 'n See Tea,"
where everybody in the county came by my daddy's house to paw over
my wedding loot, and the bridesmaids' luncheon where GiGi let it be
known that she thought it was awful my mama hadn't been invited to
the wedding. As if I even knew where Mama had been living for the
past twenty-some years.

And that was just the solo stuff. That very night A.J. and I had
suffered through the "His 'n Her Barbecue Shower" given by one of
his former fraternity brothers.

At the time he asked this question, A.J. was modeling the Hot
Stuff! barbecue apron and padded oven mitt, which had been a shower
gift from his Aunt Norma. To be perfectly honest, A.J. was naked
under the apron. And he wasn't wearing the mitt where his Aunt
Norma had intended.

I had A.J. backed into the corner with the barbecue tongs, and then
one thing led to another, and pretty soon we were rolling around on
the floor of his apartment, and my chef's hat came off along with
the rest of my clothes, and the next thing you know, A.J. was
having one of his attacks.

"Hee-upp! Hee-upp." His whole body arched backward. I pushed him
away, not startled really. A.J. gets like that sometimes when he's,
uh, in the throes.

"Breathe, baby, breathe," I instructed, slithering out from under
him.

"No," he managed, between hiccups. "Don't stop, Keeley." He tried
to pull me back down. "Come on. I'll be all right."

"Hee-upp! Hee-upp! Hee-upp." His body jerked violently with each
hiccup. I was afraid he'd hurt himself. Hell, I was afraid he'd
hurt me. Not to mention that I don't find fits of uncontrollable
hiccups much of a turn-on. Not even when the hiccupper is the love
of my life.

I scrambled to my feet, ran to the sink, and filled a cup with
water. "Come on, A.J.," I said, helping him to his feet. "It's
better if you stand up. Come on, sugar, drink some water for
Keeley."

"I (hee) don't (up) want any damn hee-uppp! water," A.J. stuttered.
But he took a sip anyway.

"Another one," I urged, rubbing his bare back. He caught my free
hand and slid it down his belly. The man never stops trying.

"No, now," I said, giggling and moving away. He pulled me back
toward him. I held out the cup. "Not until you drink all this
water."

He frowned but started sipping.

"Go slower," I said. "You know it's the only thing that
works."

"I know what works," he said, getting that look in his eye again.
"Come back over here and rub on me again."

But I'd picked up my clothes and was already hurrying into the
bedroom to get dressed.

"Hey!" he called after me. "That wasn't the deal."

I pushed the button on the doorknob. "I know," I called through the
locked door. "I tricked you."

By the time he found the key to the bedroom door I was just zipping
my skirt.

"Aw, Keeley," he said, his lip thrust out in that adorable pout of
his. "I wanted us to do it one more time tonight."

I tried to kiss the pout away, but he wasn't having it.

"A.J.," I said, pushing his hands away from the button he was
unfastening.

"Now, really. The wedding's just a few days away. I have an early
morning meeting and a ton of stuff to do. I can't be staying over
here fooling around with you all night."

"Come on, baby," he whispered, sliding the zipper on my skirt down
while pushing my skirt up toward my waist. "Once we're married, it
won't be as much fun as this. We'll be all legal and
stuff."

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