The McCoys greeted their guests outside the chapel. A surprising number of people had managed to come on just one day's notice, and Sam had informed them to expect more at the reception which would begin in half an hour. Gunther had prepared a full meal and a beautiful cake.

Mary and Danny walked into Mystique to great cheering. They joined Danny's dad, Elizabeth, Ed, Gillian, Mike, Nessa, Delinda and Sam at the head table. After dinner, Danny and Mary shared their first dance, to "The Way You Look Tonight." Then Mary danced with Danny's dad as Danny asked Gillian to join him on the floor. The dancing continued for hours. They cut the cake, smashing the piece in Danny's face. Mary threw her bouquet directly to Delinda, earning a cheer from Gillian. Danny removed the garter with his teeth and Mike caught it with a flourish.

As they made their way back to the table to say goodbye to Elizabeth, Danny was stopped by Sam, who slipped an envelope into his hand.

"What's this?"

"My wedding present." Sam smiled at him.

He opened the envelope. "Tickets to Aruba, a reservation at a beachfront hotel, and...what's this?"

"A list of places you might want to go, at least, that is if you decide to ever leave the room." She patted his arm and strolled away with a smirk on her face. "By the way," she called, "the flight's in two hours. There'll be a limo out front in fifteen minutes!"

Danny hurried back to Mary and whispered the news in her ear. They said a quick but heartfelt goodbye to Elizabeth and Danny's father. Sam had quickly organized the guests into two bubble-blowing rows. The McCoys ran out of Mystique and through applause in the casino to tumble into the backseat of the stretch limo. Mary pushed Danny from where he had landed on her hard as the car took off.

They made it to the airport just in time for their flight. Once they were seated in first class, Mary had a thought.

"Danny," she whispered to him, "who packed our bags?"

His eyes got wide. "I think Sam and Delinda did."

"Oh no." They started laughing.

The flight passed without incident and they landed in Aruba early the next morning. They were greeted by another limo which took them to a gorgeous beachfront hotel. The McCoys were installed in a small bungalow with a private beach. Danny tipped the bellman as Mary exclaimed over the room, then he opened her suitcase.

"Hey honey!" He laughed.

"Yeah Danny?" She called from the bathroom.

"Come here!"

She came back into the living room to see her luggage open on the bed. Danny had something black and lacy in his hand.

"What's that?" She asked

"It was in your suitcase. Along with...well...come look." He waved her over.

Mary looked, slightly frightened, into the suitcase. "What the...?" She reached in to find a number of lacy garments, one or two wrap dresses, and a miniscule swimsuit. "I think we should open yours."

Danny raised his eyebrows questioningly. He tossed his suitcase up next to hers and unzipped it. Mary looked inside. "Oh my..."

Danny pulled out the contents of his suitcase, revealing his own swimsuit, a couple of nice shirts and pants, massage oils, and some other items. "Why'd they even bother to pack two bags?" He quipped.

Mary slugged him in the shoulder, following it up with a yawn. "I'm sorry sweetie."

"It's been a long couple of days." Danny cleared off the bed. "C'mon, let's get some sleep." He kissed her shoulder as they crawled into bed.

They spent the week mostly in their room, with occasional visits to the beach. Room service was order nightly and they found new little restaurants for lunch every day. And every night, before they went to bed, Danny and Mary called the Montecito and told Elizabeth goodnight.

THE END

Thanks so much for the feedback I've gotten on this. I really appreciate the support. I might write a sequel (make this a trilogy) but haven't decided yet.

This is dedicated to Cynthia, a fellow fan and supportive friend.