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As cup winners, the team was along the front of the setup, so there was no trouble finding our seats. “There you two are. I wondered if you decided to skip this all together,” Sarah said as she stood and hugged me.
“Oh, that would have been terrible,” I said flatly, looking at her before taking my seat.
“It’s not that bad. Trust me, by the end of the night, you will forget all about how nervous you are, because the drinks are free.” She smiled as Boone reached over my shoulder and placed a glass of rose in front of me.
Reaching for it, I held it up, and Sarah did the same. “Here’s to getting through the evening.” We clinked our glasses together and broke out in a fit of laughter.
“Next up in the program is the Grant Ross Trophy, which is awarded to the player who best proven outstanding leadership on and off the ice. He overcame an injury and trade to give kids in his community the chance to play the game he loves. That player is Garrison Boone.” I looked over at Boone, whose eyes filled with tears. Seeing how he interacted with my skating kids, despite the tough season, was incredible..
Leaning over he kissed me, “thank you. You made this happen.” His words whispered, so I was the only one that could hear them through the surrounding applause. Standing, he fixed his suit and walked to the podium. “Wow, this wasn’t expected at all.” He stared at the trophy beside him. “When I was first injured, I thought I was done. I faced the fact that my career was over, but thanks to a lot of belief from my teammates and my wife, I slowly realized that my dream might not be over. Seeing the team dig every game, and being pushed by Ginny, I was determined to make a comeback.” He stepped back from the mic before taking a deep breath. “The kids at the skating school have the chance to find the joy of the game like we did at their age. I hope one day one of them will accept this award. Support your communities. You never know what a difference you can make. Thank you.” He stood for pictures before walking back stage.
When Boone got back to the table, Sarah and I were feeling pretty happy thanks to the wine we had been drinking. Wrapping my arms around him, I kissed him. “Congratulations, you deserved that award.” Not caring who was around, I left my arms around his neck as I smiled up at him.
“Maybe we should renew our vows,” Boone said. It wasn’t a question, it was more of a statement. “We’re in Vegas. We can run down the street and get this over with. Ginny, marry me, all over.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out a ring. It was familiar, a round diamond, with a halo of smaller diamonds around it and down the band. It was the same ring he bought me when he signed his first pro contract to replace the small gold band he put on my finger the day we got married. I stared at it, sparking in the lights of the room.
“Yes.” My answer was a surprise to me. I never had been sure I wanted to marry anyone again, but this wasn’t anyone asking. This was my first love, my husband and what I hadn’t realized all those years ago, he was my soul mate. We kissed again. This was different. There was a desire there that I hadn’t experienced before. One that wanted him close, not wanting to be away from him.
“Phil, want to be my best man? Like, right now?” Boone asked across the table. Phil’s face went from confusion to elation when Sarah squealed and grabbed me.
“Do I even need to ask?” I said as Sarah squeezed my neck.
“Nope, you don’t. When’s this thing happening?” Sarah finally let me go, and I locked eyes with Boone.
Glancing down at his watch, he shrugged, “why not now? This is over. Why are we sticking around here?” He stood from the table and offered me his hand. Taking it felt more right than anything I had done in my life.
The four of us strutted out of the banquet room, out to the now empty front of the hotel. It was the total opposite of how we entered, but it secretly thrilled me we could leave with no fanfare or craziness. Boone took my hand, and we walked down the strip looking for a wedding chapel. A cab was parked outside the hotel, and we climbed in. “Take us to the best wedding chapel, please,” Boone said to the man in the driver’s seat. He smiled and nodded and we pulled out into traffic.
“No, Elvis, please,” I said, hoping he would hear me as he pulled out onto the street.
“I got you.” He nodded and continued to navigate the traffic.
We pulled up to a chapel that looked like it was something out of the old west. Wide eyed, I turned to Boone and stared at him. “I think it’s fate, baby.” He shrugged, as he handed the driver money and opened the door on the van.
“Please tell me what he meant by fate,” Sarah said as she entwined her arm around mine.
“The night Boone and I eloped, we found a JP that was awake. He lived in a log cabin in the backwoods along the state line.” The smile that appeared on his face made my heart leap as I watched the man I was about to marry this man again think back to that day.
“Oh my god, this is perfect,” Sarah sighed as we walked into the building.
There was another couple ahead of us, but the woman who met us at the door handed us the paperwork we needed to fill out. “I have a feeling my mother won’t be thrilled about us eloping again.” Leaning over and resting my head on Boone’s shoulder. A small nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach told me he was right, but I was more concerned with his family. They were the only people I wished were here. “What about your family, Boone?”
“They won’t care, they just want us back together.” He leaned over and kissed my head. I nodded, but felt a brief twinge of guilt over doing this again.
“Boone party.” The woman with the grey curly hair called as she peaked around the door. Taking a deep breath, I stood and Boone slipped his hand into mine.
The music played, and we walked down the aisle together, with Phill and Sarah behind us. “Well, welcome to the Dreams of the West Wedding Chapel. Let’s get you two married. Garrison and Virginia, we’re gathered here today with your friends looking on to join you in matrimony. Turn and face one another.” A man in a name tag that said Chuck, With a black cowboy hat on his head, wearing something that looked like he was an extra on a western movie stood between Boone and I. “Do you Garrison take Virginia for your wife, again?”
His smile could have out shine all the lights on the strip. “I do, again.”
“Do you Virginia take Garrison to still be your husband?” The man leaned toward me, waiting for my response.
“For the second time, and this better be the last time. I do.” Phil and Sarah chuckled, and Boone grinned like a schoolboy.
“By the power given to me by the state of Nevada, I pronounce you husband and wife. Garrison, kiss your bride.” The man tipped his hat and Boone leaned in and captured my lips against his.
We signed the commemorative marriage license, had some pictures taken against an old saloon entrance, and we were ushered out for the next couple. “Well, how does it feel being married again?” I asked as we left the building and walked back out into the Vegas night.
“Pretty much like we always have been,” Boone replied before kissing me again.
