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"What a sight." Craig's eyes stayed on Regina's, his face speaking volumes.

"I agree completely," Dylan said with a grin.

*****

Her dress was simple, a champagne-colored cashmere with a cowl neck, a snug fit from shoulders to just below her knees. Mile-high black heels completed the outfit.

She left her waist-length locks to flow freely, adding beads and glitter at the front. Her makeup was flawless.

The Elvis look-alike minister and his slim-as-a-reed wife, who handed her a bouquet made of peonies and baby's breath, stood at the altar of the surprisingly tasteful chapel while they repeated their vows. Within minutes and with her brother and Sherry as witnesses, they were made husband and wife.

Short and sweet.

"What now?" Tucking her hand through his arm, Regina asked him as they made their way out.

"Breakfast in bed." Craig glanced at the couple.

"I hope you don't mind, but I have an urge to be alone with my bride."

Dylan lifted a brow.

"You're putting images in my head that will stay there for a while. She's still my sister," he pointed out.

"And my wife," Craig said. Just saying the word was getting him excited.

"And the man has a right to be alone with his wife." Tucking her hand through his arm, Sherry tugged him away.

"Why don't we go do some touring? We might just spot a few movie stars."

Stepping toward them, Dylan tipped his sister's chin up and brushed his lips on hers.

"You're happy and that's what counts."

"Thanks. Go and have fun."

She smiled at him.

The chapel was a few blocks away from their hotel, and they decided to walk instead of hailing a cab. The air was brisk, people pouring out of the nearby casinos.

"Hungry?" he asked as they made their way toward the very impressive building.

"Hmm." She tipped her head to his shoulder and inhaled.

She was a married woman, and it didn't feel as if she was being smothered. It felt wonderful.

"I could eat."

The minute they stepped foot inside the lobby, the manager rushed forward to greet them.

"We sent breakfast up to your room," the small, dapper, and very well-dressed man told them with a smile.

"Thank you, Phillipe," Craig said cordially.

"If you need anything..."

"We'll let you know. In the meantime, we don't want to be disturbed."

"Of course, Mr. Muldoon. I'll see to that personally."