Wedding night? What wedding night?
Proper Southerner Harley June Beaumont had come to Vegas to be her best friend’s maid of honor, so how had she woken up the next morning in bed with the best-looking man she’d ever known? She had absolutely no memory of the night before, but the “Junie loves Sam” tattoo on her hip told her she’d had quite a time, and so did her handsome bedmate—who claimed to be her husband! She didn’t even remember meeting firefighter Sam Clay, just dancing and drinking and having a good time—a good time that stopped well short of a trip to the tattoo parlor, much less the altar.
With nothing to do but brazen things out in front of her very proper family, Harley embarked on married life with no expectation that it could possibly last. But Sam turned out to be the whole package, and pretty soon she found herself thinking that sometimes it’s a good thing that what happens in Vegas doesn’t stay there.