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me.”
    “Ah, Fee. You’re no fun.”
    “The morning after was no fun, put it that way. When I was done retching, Gavin made it clear he wanted out of the marriage and was going to talk to Drunk Elvis. He’d read the fine print in our marriage guide and realized our marriage wouldn’t be legally binding until Drunk Elvis lodged the papers with the marriage bureau. Gavin wanted to offer to pay for him to stay in the motel for a couple of weeks, give him time to get on his feet after his personal drama. In return, he would agree to forget the ceremony ever happened.”
    “And did he?”
    “I guess. I never heard anything to the contrary. For all I know, Drunk Elvis wasn’t a real officiant. And even if he was, maybe the marriage isn’t valid because we were all under the influence at the time.”
    “Aidan’s had clients who married in Vegas. It’s easy enough to check if the papers were registered. It’s all online.”
    Fiona’s stomach flipped. “If he said he wouldn’t register the papers, why would he have done so?”
    “Don’t you want to be certain?”
    “I’m not the one about to walk down the aisle.”
    “In that case, you’ve got nothing to lose by checking. Why don’t we look up your Drunk Elvis and see if he’s genuine?”
    “Okay,” Fiona said, thinking of all the reasons it was not okay. “I’ll fire up my laptop.”
    “Right.” Olivia glanced at the provisional certificate. “Drew Draper. What a name. Come on, Google, do your magic.”
    “Wow,” Fiona said. “Who knew there were so many Drew Drapers in the world?”
    “Here we go,” Olivia said. “Drew Draper, preacher. Wow. He doesn’t look like an Elvis preacher, but he seems legit. I say we check the online registry.”
    “Do we have to?” The room was starting to spin around Fiona.
    “If you’re convinced Drew Draper destroyed those papers, why are you afraid to look up the wedding registry?”
    “I don’t know.” Fiona took a deep breath. “Sometimes it’s best to leave well alone. Gavin’s about to marry Muireann.”
    “Exactly. That’s my point.” Olivia tapped the keyboard keys. “Here goes. What year was it, again?”
    “Two thousand six. June two thousand six.”
    “Right. Oh… there’s a match.”
    “What? No. No way.” Fiona stared at the screen.
    Olivia read the entry aloud. “Fiona Mary Byrne and Gavin Aloysius Maguire. Gavin’s middle name is Aloysius?”
    The room tilted under Fiona’s feet. “This can’t be happening.”
    Olivia drew back from the computer screen, her face a mirror of Fiona’s emotions. “Fee, what are you going to do?”

Chapter Eight
    “WHAT DO YOU THINK?” Nora Fitzgerald, proprietor of The Black Tie, Ballybeg’s only suit rental establishment, stood back and admired her handiwork.
    Gavin stared at his reflection in the shop mirror, poleaxed. “It…it’s…” he stuttered.
    Jonas regarded it dubiously. “It fits. Which is probably its only redeeming feature.”
    “I look like a character in an old John Travolta film.”
    “You’re certainly rocking a seventies vibe.” Jonas’s voice cracked under the strain of repressing his laughter. “The matching boots are a great touch.”
    Gavin looked down at the white, fur-trimmed boots and cringed. “Have you no other suit, Nora?” he asked, wide-eyed. “Anything except this one.”
    Nora compressed her lips into a scarlet slash. “Sure, it’s hardly my fault you left it till the last minute, Gavin. It’s still wedding season, and the debs season is starting. I don’t have many suits in stock for men your height.”
    “If I take it, we’ll need to double back to the cottage and get different shoes.”
    Jonas pointed to his watch. “I hate to break it to you, mate. Your bride is due at the church in fifteen minutes, and you’re supposed to be there before her.”
    “Fuck.” Gavin ran his hands through his hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
    “That’s terrible language to be coming out of a man on his