Kent, Julia. Shopping series #bk. 9

We skipped right over the whole fiancě thing and went straight from girlfriend to wife. At least, I think that's what happened. I woke up after my brother's Vegas wedding reception with my luscious girlfriend in bed with me. We're both wearing wedding rings. So is her coworker, Josh. And our Vegas chauffeur, Geordi. Who the hell am I married to? Unraveling this mystery will be as difficult as figuring out why Amanda and I are having panic attacks over the thought of being husband and wife. Or, whoever we're actually married to. Oh, ̂%$#. It's true that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, with one exception: If she's my wife, we'll make it work. If she's not? I'll make it happen

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