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“I’ve been traded.”
I stumble backward in my heels. “Oh, no. Oh, Mase, you’re so happy with the Twins—”
He grabs for me again; picks me up and actually spins me around. The navy blue chiffon matron-of-honour dress swings around my legs. “Darlin’, you’re looking at the newest Toronto Blue Jay.”
“What!”
“It took some work, and lots of luck, but we got it together. Biggio leaving was the last step.”
“Really?”
“I didn’t want to tell you in case it didn’t work out. But it’s all good. I just signed.”
“You’re playinghere?”
“Right here with you.” And then he kisses me, kisses me so long that Rachel gets out of the car to yell at me.
“I have to go in,” I tell him, hands against his chest as Shae and Chrissa follow Rachel out of the limbo. I need to be there to walk in with Bexley. “And so do you.”
“Let’s keep this quiet for the day, okay?”
“No, more secrets,” I groan.
“Just a quick one. And Fee—let’s see how this goes today, and maybe we can have one of these.”
“One of what?”
“A wedding. You know, a big one with everyone there, and you in a big white dress like Bexley’s. You’ll need your floppy hat, though.”
“Mase Stirling, are you asking me to marry you?” My smile widens. “Again?”
“I know it’s not as good as the first time.”
“You might need some practice,” I tell him. “But—” I rise up on my tiptoes and press my lips against his. “Yes. Always, yes.”
Smiling, I race back to Bexley and help her up the stairs of the church, humming The Wedding March under my breath.
The End
Epilogue...Back in Las Vegas
Demi
Iopenthedoor,breathing in the stale scent of champagne and sushi leftover from hours earlier. Gathering for drinks with Bexley and Shae, and getting ready with Rachel and Biba before we went out seems like a lifetime ago.
“Quick and quiet,” Chrissa had instructed me. “Get our stuff so we can get out of here. I’ll get a car and meet you out front.”
Tad had come back to the hotel with me, leaving me at the door of our suite before racing up to Mase’s room to grab his own bag.
I head, zombie-like, to the room I shared with Chrissa. The weekend had been such fun—celebrating Bexley and Grayson’s engagement with drinking and dancing, andsurprise surprise, the Tower of Power dancers.
Watching Fiona up on stage with them had been a hoot.
Her door is closed, as is Biba’s. She and David returned to the room after one round of blackjack.
We should have come back with them.
We should have quit while we were ahead; walked out of the casino with heads held high, rather than running like scared rabbits. Because that’s what I am—scared. And hurt. And heartbroken. And—
