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No. Because she’s not in love with you,asshole.
Fuck.Whatever.
Even if she wasonlymarrying me because of Dizzy… by the time she woke up tomorrow, I’d make sure she knew she’d done the right thing. Hell, I’d spend the rest of my life convincing her ofit.
Damn.
MotherfuckingDizzy.
I stood up tall and got my shit the fucktogether.
My shoulders went back, my jaw hardened, I cracked my neck, and just like that, the adrenaline started building again. Just like it did as I forced myself to take the stage. To claim what was mine. Tomakeit mine. My pulse took on the steady, solid thump of the bass drum, the don’t-give-a-fuck self-assurance and the familiar confidence takingover.
No time for amateur hour stage fright bullshit. I had shit to take careof.
I’d found Maggie’s phone on her patio chair and I used it to call her dad. Told him to be ready in ten. Just tried to keep the disgust out of my voice. Not easy. But the man was so eager to talk shop with me, pretty sure he didn’tnotice.
Head way too far up his own ass. Probably stoned,too.
How that loser made an angel like Maggie, I’d never know. Met her mom a few times though, so I could kinda see how it playedout.
Maggie would be sad she wasn’t here for this. We’d have to mention her during theceremony.
I put on something marginally respectable, which meant a leather vest and jeans that weren’t as ripped to shit as my other ones. I grabbed a cap to wear later; probably gonna need it. I thought about jacking off again, but I didn’t do it. That one time in the shower would just have to get me through the next few hours. Easier said than done if Maggie turned up in a white dress anything half as slutty as what I’d been picturing her wearing ever since Iproposed.
When I knocked on her bedroom door, it took her a few minutes to answer and the adrenaline buzz started to fade. She opened the door looking stunned, and not just a little bitconfused.
No slutty white dresseither.
“Holy ssshit,” she slurred through her mouth guard. “You were fucking ssherioush.” She had one of those blindfolds people wore to sleep pushed up on her hair, and silk jammieson.
Fuckinghell.
“You were fuckingsleeping?”
She pulled out the mouth guard, wiping slobber on the back of her hand. “Well,I—”
“Not cool, Maggie,” I said, stalking past her into the room. “We had adeal.”
I looked in the closet. Empty. Guess she didn’t have time to go all neat freak on her clothes yet and hang them up in order of color. I dug through her travel case, ignoring her protests. I found some lingerie, hot pink lace, and tossed it at her. The closest I could find to a white dress was a baby-pink thing in a soft, clingy knit, which would totally fuckingdo.
When I turned to her she was holding the lingerie out with her fingertips like it was someone else’s dirty laundry. “Zane, I can’t get married inthis!”
“Not my problem. You’ve had like twenty minutes to pick something out. We need a marriage license before we hit the chapel and the office closes in fifty minutes.” I tossed the pink dress at her and she stared at me, still looking stunned. “Put this the fuck on and let’sgo.”
Chapter Six
Maggie
“We’re goingwhere?”
I stared at Zane, my mouth gaping open. Pretty sure it was a super-hot look, combined with my bed-hair-and-pajamas ensemble. At the moment, I couldn’t give onefuck.
“Wedding chapel,” he said, playing with his phone, completely unconcerned with the fact thatwe were going to a wedding chapel. “Don’t worry, Vegas is lousy with ’em.”
When I just stood there, his blue eyes flicked up to meet mine, a spark of challenge in their icy depths. It was at that exact moment that the situation really slapped me in theface.
This washappening.
