Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“I felt it here in Vegas,” I admit. “And I was disappointed you weren’t on the plane. I thought you weren’t coming. So I guess I did get it at the brunch.”
“I didn’t travel on the plane because I thought it would be obvious to everyone how much I felt for you. And you and Fisher…”
“Had no connection whatsoever,” I finish the sentence for him.
“Right, but he’s my friend and I didn’t know that yet, so I was trying to distance myself. To give you both space.”
I lean over to him and place a kiss on his cheek. “No more space necessary.”
He growls and slides his hand around my back. Just as he starts to pull me onto his lap, the car stops and the driver announces we’ve arrived.
“It’s just past eleven,” the driver says. “You’ll be out in ten minutes. I’ll be waiting.”
I laugh. He’s obviously done this before.
And he’s almost right. Worth and I emerge less than fifteen minutes later, with a marriage license with our names on it.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask. “You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who gets married on the fly.”
“I’m not,” he says as he opens the car door and gestures for me to get in. “But I’m sure. Are you?”
I look him right in the eye. “I’m sure.” And even though I shouldn’t be, I’m completely and utterly certain that I want to do this.
He slides in next to me and the driver turns the car around. “Do you know where you want to get married? Little White Chapel is obviously the most famous.”
“We can’t go there,” I say. “That’s where Leo and Jules are getting married tomorrow.”
“Right,” Worth says. “Is there anywhere you recommend?” he asks the driver.
“We just had the New York Loves Vegas Chapel open up just this week. That might suit you folks. Plus it’s probably not that busy, being new and all.”
Worth and I stare at each other, dumbfounded by the idea of a new chapel opening up with New York in its name. “Sounds like it has our names written all over it,” Worth says. “Let’s do it there.”
We pull over to the side of the road, where the New York Loves Vegas Chapel boasts a skyscraper instead of a steeple. It’s ridiculous and perfect at the same time.
“I might need a swig of tequila right about now,” I say, reaching for the bottle.
“We don’t have to do this,” Worth says.
“I know,” I say. “I want to. I just need a little kick to remind myself that I’m in Vegas and the real world doesn’t exist.” I take a swig and follow Worth out of the car.
I take his hand and nod my head in the direction of the entrance to the chapel.
“I’m serious,” he says. “This is fun and silly and not in either of our natures, but it’s legally binding. We don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” I assure him. I step onto my tiptoes and manage to press a kiss to his jaw. It starts an ignition button in him, and he strides toward the chapel with me barely keeping up.
Our driver was correct. There’s no line. After filling out some paperwork and flashing our new license, we’re standing in front of the altar opposite each other.
“I didn’t know your last name was Huntington,” I say.
“I’m not expecting you to take it.”
I start to laugh. This is ridiculous. I’m marrying a man whose last name I just discovered. This is not the kind of girl I am. I’m from the Midwest.
“Good,” I manage.
“You’re not going to ask me to take yours, are you?” he asks, his frown deepening.
I tilt my head as if I’m considering it. “I think Worth Jones would suit you, if that’s what you’re asking. It’s not as sexy as Worth Huntington though.”
His eyes turn to molten heat and he dips to kiss me just as the minister interrupts us.
“Are you ready?”
Worth looks into my eyes as he speaks his vows. His expression is serious and earnest, as if we’re really pledging ourselves to each other.
I suppose we are.
For now.
I repeat the vows next, promising to take Worth as my husband, to have and to hold.
I zone out for a second. I’m completely up for having Worth. He’s gorgeous and built like a redwood. But if we have sex after this ceremony, doesn’t that consummate our marriage and make an annulment more difficult?
Worth squeezes my hand. Any concerns I have melt away.
“To have and to hold,” the minister repeats. “From this day forward.”
“To have and to hold, from this day forward,” I say, gazing into Worth’s eyes and knowing as sure as anyone can be sure that this is the most honest, caring man I’ve ever met.