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His father’s voice boomed in his ears and Evan jumped, sending Celia away from him for a brief moment.

Marshall stood there expectantly. “Going to let me cut in?”

Evan slipped Celia’s hand into his father’s. “Of course. Just don’t keep her for long.”

Marshall chuckled as he spirited Celia away. “One dance won’t kill you, son.”

Evan watched his dad whirl Celia across the floor. In a word, she was magnificent. She laughed at something he said and her smile lit up the entire room. She sparkled.

“Quite a woman,” Mitchell drawled.

Evan stiffened and turned to see his brother standing there, drink in hand.

“Where’s the bride-to-be?” Evan asked. “Didn’t figure she’d let you out of her sight until the vows are spoken.”

Mitchell shrugged. “She’s over with Mom, talking about the honeymoon arrangements.” He looked again at Celia and their father. “You’re marrying her for real?” “Is there some reason I shouldn’t?” Evan asked mildly.

“Doesn’t seem your type.”

Evan regarded his brother with curiosi