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“You win.” The dealer smiles.
Really?
I jump up and down in excitement and clap my hands like a child. “Again.” I laugh. I put my chip on number eight.
The dealers have to do a shift change, and as we wait, Stace comes up and wraps his arm around me as I sit on the stool. “Hope you have your vows written?” he whispers in my ear.
My eyes flicker up to him over my shoulder.
He smiles sexily. “Let’s find that chapel, Mrs. Mac. I don’t think I want to wait for another day.”
My eyes search his and he grins and shrugs.
“Won’t hurt to have two weddings, I suppose.”
“Oh my God.” My anxious eyes flicker back to the dealer as a stupid smile covers my face. Hurry up woman! Is he serious? She spins the wheel, but my mind is far from stupid Roulette. It goes around and around for forever as we wait and then bounces onto twenty.
“I’m sorry.” The dealer smiles. “Again?” she asks the table.
“No, thanks,” I reply. I couldn’t care less about this stupid game.
I’m getting married. Tonight!
Stace takes me by the hand and we walk straight out of the high rollers room without looking back. “What happened?” I whisper.
“We have to be at his office first thing in the morning. He can have them done by 2pm. He was actually a decent guy.”
My eyes widen as we get into the elevator. “Oh my God, that’s fantastic,” I whisper excitedly.
He kisses me and his lips hover over mine. “This time tomorrow night, we’ll be on our way out of here.”
I smile against his lips, knowing things are going work out.
“Are you sure you want to get married now?” I ask as he wraps his large arms around me.
“Uh-huh.” He smiles as my hand wraps around his shoulders.
“Why tonight?” I ask. “What’s different?”
“Because who knows what tomorrow holds,” he whispers. “Live in the moment, remember? Sometimes I forget to.”
He smiles down on me and, at this moment, I know he wants this as much as I do. “We have to go back and get our passports from the room. We need three pieces of identification.”
“Okay.” The elevator enters onto the main floor and we walk through the area and then catch another elevator up to our room. Stace has my pinned to the wall with his pelvis and my arms held over my head.
“Stop it.” I giggle. “I don’t want you to have a raging hard on in my wedding photos.”
“Why not? It’s a promise of what’s to come.” He smirks.
We walk down the corridor and see a commotion way up ahead in the hallway with a few men coming in and out of a room. Stace’s face drops.
“What?” I frown.
“That’s our room.”
“Huh?”
I glance up and see the door just open, and one of Stace’s shoes holding the door open.
