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she’s Jack’s closest cousin, but she’s had it in for me since Jack and I were first dating and had a little misunderstanding. I guess I should have a little talk with her on the cruise. I don’t want there to be hard feelings between us because I know she’s important to Jack.”
    “Don’t worry about it. You’ll work it out. You’ll have Jack and your posse aboard, and Dillon and I will be there as well. She won’t want to mess with me because I’ve contributed to a few of her charities.”
    “Thanks. I’ll take you up on that offer.”
    Mikaela shook Jack’s hand. “Congratulations, Jack. You look like a handsome devil today, and Kaylin looks absolutely beautiful.
    “She does, doesn’t she? Thanks for coming.”
    Mikaela and Dillon found their seats in the dining room and ordered drinks. While they were waiting for their table mates to take their seats, Dillon pulled her into his arms for a quick but serious kiss. “Why were you crying, baby?”
    “I wasn’t.”
    “You were.” One dark eyebrow shot up.
    “Everyone cries at weddings.”
    “Mikki…”
    “Oh, for heaven’s sake. I was just thinking that I would never be able to walk down the aisle with my dad. That’s all.”
    “That’s a lot, baby. That’s a lot. But we’ll figure it out when the time comes. Okay?”
    “Okay.” The band began playing and the band leader stepped up to the microphone to announce the wedding party. Soon the bride and groom’s first dance had been danced and the guests were invited onto the dance floor.
    “I want to dance with the prettiest girl here—except for the bride of course, but only because it’s her wedding day.” Dillon pulled her up and headed toward the dance floor for a slow dance.
    When she was held tightly in his arms, she leaned back and smiled at him. “You are the very best man I know, and I love you, Dillon.”
    “Me, too, Mikki. I love you, and nothing can come between us—but us. So let’s not ever let that happen. Okay?”
    “Okay.”
     
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    Christmas morning was clear and pleasantly cool. The doors to the suite’s balcony on the ninth floor were open, and the sun, breeze, and sea birds’ song drifted in. He could hear the waves crashing on the shore. Jack and Jamie had done well with this little project. He wished he’d known about it in time to get in on the ground floor. He might still be able to buy in. He’d have to see about that. His dad would love to know he had a piece of a BDSM hotel on Fort Lauderdale beach. Of course, that would remain confidential, but he could daydream about the possibility. Lately Joe Cavanaugh was seriously getting on his nerves.
    Dillon rolled over and pulled Mikaela tight against his chest. Her long, wavy dark-brown hair was spread over both their pillows. He loved the scent of the custom-made shampoo, body lotion, and perfume she had blended just for her. There was not another woman in the world that smelled like this, and it drove him crazy. She wasn’t extravagant, but there were some luxuries that she did not deny herself. Beautiful clothes, shoes, and that sexy perfume being some of them. It made finding just the right presents for her difficult. He had wanted this year to be special.
    “Merry Christmas, baby. Are you awake?”
    “Do I look like I’m awake?”
    “Hmmm. I guess you don’t want any Christmas presents then, Ms. Smarty Pants, or should I say Ms. No Pants?” He lightly smacked her butt, and she opened her eyes.
    “I wouldn’t go so far as to say that, Master.”
    “I thought not. Just for that, you’ll have to wait until I’ve had my wicked way with you before you get to open your presents.”
    “Oh, no, Master. Not that.” She giggled. The sound made him smile. She obviously hadn’t yet remembered the problem that hung over their heads at the moment. This was the sassy, smart-ass Mikaela he loved to torment. Of course, she gave as good as she got, or usually better, when she was on top of her