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Halo reached for my hand, the one still holding his ring. “You have to put that on me, you know.”
Hell yes I did. I slid the band onto his left ring finger and kissed it for good measure before turning to the crowd.
“Officially off the market,” I said, wrapping my arm around Halo’s waist and pulling him tight to me. It was wild to see the look on everyone’s faces: a mixture of shock, excitement, and, for some, crushing disappointment, I was sure.
Too. Damn. Bad.
Halo waved at the crowd as the rest of the band came running out on stage toward us, and right on cue, the curtain closed, blocking us all from view.
“Holy shit, why didn’t you tell us?” Slade said. “Or did you all know?”
“I didn’t know,” Jagger said.
When Killian only smiled and didn’t say anything, Slade glared his way.
“You knew?”
Killian rolled his eyes. “You think Viper could pick out a ring by himself? Come on.”
“Speaking of rings,” Jagger, ever the jewelry connoisseur, said. “Give us a look at the goods.”
Halo held his hand out, proudly showing off the band that, yes, Killian had helped me pick out. In my defense, I knew it was the one when I saw it. I just wanted a second opinion.
Jagger whistled. “Now that’s a nice ring, Viper. You did good.”
“Only the best for my angel.” I hugged Halo in even closer, not letting him go for a second.
“Viper engaged. Who would’ve ever thought it?” A new voice entered our circle, and I looked up to see Trent and his Herculean-sized boyfriend Shaw giving us amused smiles.
With a snort, I shook my head. “Not me.”
“Well, congrats, man. I’m happy for you.” Trent held his hand out toward me, and with the pressure off, I guessed I didn’t mind the guy so much at the moment. I shook his hand, expecting that to be it, but then he surprised the shit out of me by pulling me in for a hug. Well, as much as he could with me still being attached to Halo.
As Trent clapped me on the back, he said, “I guess I kind of get you being an ass now.”
“Me? An ass?” I pulled away from him and smirked. “Now that would be out of character.”
“I just feel bad for Halo, being stuck with you.”
“Happily stuck, you mean.” My guy—fiancé—leaned in and kissed my neck, and I suddenly wished we were anywhere other than surrounded by a shit-ton of people.
“All right, are we done here? Nothing else we need to do, right?” I looked to Killian, who I knew would be on top of our schedule.
He shook his head. “Just a quick photo op with some winners and then you two can head out.”
“Thank fuck.” Those words out of Halo’s mouth instead of mine made everyone bust a gut, and as we followed the others backstage to wherever the photo op was going to take place, I held tight to my present and future.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Halo said, holding on to me just as tight.
“Surprised?”
“Uh, yeah. No wonder you were acting crazy this week.”
“More than usual?”
He laughed. “Oh yeah. But don’t worry. You’re forgiven.”
With the others filing into a hallway up ahead, Halo moved us to a dark corner out of sight and pushed me up against the wall.
“I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into,” he murmured before taking my lips with his. I sank into him, the way I always did when we got our hands on each other. Sensual and eager, ready to get out of here and go somewhere alone. “No getting rid of me now.”
If he thought that was a warning, he’d lost his mind. “So you’ll really marry me?”
Halo moved back enough that even in the darkness I could make out the twinkle in his eyes, and it was a look I knew I’d never forget.
“Yes,” he said, bringing his lips back to mine ever so lightly. “A thousand times yes, Viper. I’m yours.”
Twenty
Solo
TONIGHT HAD BEEN awesome. Beyond awesome. It had been fan-freaking-tastic. Meeting Ace Locke just now had been the cherry on top of the best sundae ever, and if the goofy grin on Panther’s usually serious face was anything to go by, he was feeling the exact same way.
“Can you believe how nice he was?” I said as we stepped out of the lounge we’d just had our meet-and-greet in. Just like the rest of the place, it had been decorated like something out of a Hallmark Christmas movie. But unlike one of those flicks, the star of our show had been an A-grade Hollywood superstar.
“I know. He was so easy to talk to, it felt like we’d known him for years.”
“Dylan too. That story about the Horny Goat weed was hilarious. Maybe we should look it up.”
I scoffed. “You trying to say I don’t have enough stamina?”
