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either one of them.
    “She’s the mean one, Kinley . You’re
just too good to see it.” She stood back and shook her head. “You look so
beautiful. If your mama could see you now, she would have cried.”
    Kinley had really needed to hear
that today. “Thank you. I have to admit, I’m going to be really happy when this
whole wedding thing is all over.”
    “I would be happier if we left and headed for Vegas right
now. Come on. Let’s Thelma & Louise this sucker.”
    “And drive off the side of the Grand Canyon?” The thought
horrified Kinley .
    “It would be better than marrying Greg Jansen. Before you do
this, I really wish you would just meet with the private investigator—”
    “No! I’m getting married in less than an hour. Don’t bring
this up again. I’m marrying Greg.” She had to.
    Belle sighed. “Has Mike called lately?”
    She should never have told Belle about him. “He’s just a
work peer. Sort of.”
    “You talked to him for three hours one night, and I doubt it
was all about tax exempt status and donation channels. I think you like him.”
    She did. “But that’s no reason to call off the wedding,
Belle. Come on…”
    Her rapport with Mike had started out all business with a
few calls. She’d talked about how her mom had set up Hope House and what it had
meant to her to help her mother with a cause so meaningful. Before long, Mike
told her about his military service and his desire to start a charity with his
brothers for wounded soldiers and their families. After a couple of talks that
strayed more into the personal, she’d begun looking forward to hearing his
voice over the line.
    One night she’d spent three hours on the phone with him,
rapt and fascinated. He’d admitted that he wasn’t married or even dating now
because what he really wanted was a woman to share with his brothers.
    Kinley had been shocked. And
utterly intrigued.
    And she couldn’t even think about this again. She had to
marry Greg. Her father’s chemo bills were stacking up, and he didn’t need the
added stress of wondering where the money was going to come from. He was so
embarrassed by his weakness and distressed about it all that he wouldn’t even
allow her to go with him to his therapy sessions. And with her charity about to
go belly up, Kinley needed the money, too. She
couldn’t allow years of her mother’s good work to end.
    So she had to sacrifice and do what thousands of women had
done before her. She had to keep her chin up and make the best of things. “I
love Greg.”
    She couldn’t tell Belle that she was basically prostituting
herself. Besides, if she said it enough, maybe she could make it true. Kinley was a great believer in affirmations. If that didn’t
work…maybe Becks was right, and no one was really happy in marriage. Maybe all
a woman could do was put on a smile the same way she affixed her makeup.
    “Sure you do.” Belle rolled her eyes, then looked around the
room. “Where’s Gigi?”
    Her little Yorkie baby had shown her deep disdain for the
proceedings by crawling into Kinley’s Louis Vuitton
bag and settling down for a nap. Gigi had taken an almost instant dislike to
Greg and everyone on his side of the wedding party. At first, Kinley had thought it would be fun to include her little
dog in the ceremony, but Gigi had refused to go anywhere near her fiancé.
“She’s asleep. She had a rough night.”
    “Yes, she did. She growled at Greg all through the rehearsal
dinner. Your dog is very smart.”
    Kinley wanted to cry. She was
utterly and completely alone, and arguing with her best friend in the world
sent her into a tailspin. “I wish you could accept that Greg is going to be a
part of my life.”
    Belle leaned in. “Are you doing this because you need a man?
I can get you one. If you’re not interested in California Mike, I can find you
the hottest man who will rock your world. Then you will forget you ever heard
the name Greg Jansen. As a matter of fact, I could