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I ushered her into the chapel, shrugging. “Must’ve called itoff.”
Maggie narrowed her eyes at me, but didn’t call me on myshit.
Dizzy and his date, some ditzy-looking chick in a tube dress who could barely be out of her teens, followed usinside.
When we’d knocked on the door to his hotel room, both Dizzy and Maggie had been stunned when I’d formally asked him for his daughter’s hand in marriage. He’d given his consent, looking way more astonished than I’d expected him to be. Apparently Maggie was right that he didn’t take her seriously, either as a member of Dirty’s management team or as a woman I’d be fucking lucky tomarry.
Just sealed it for me that we were doing the right thing. Maggie’s old man needed to be put in hisplace.
Keeping my word to her, I’d made him promise not to tell a soul about the wedding until we said he could. Told him this was our night, Maggie’s and mine, and we didn’t need our relationship turning into a three-ring circus in the media. On that condition, we’d invited him to attend thewedding.
Pretty sure it would kill him to keep his mouth shut on this, but he’d do it for the honor of attending my wedding. And no mistake. The man was definitely more jacked about the fact that it wasmywedding than hisdaughter’s.
Such aprick.
He’d then produced this chick from somewhere in the shadows of his hotel room and insisted on bringing her along, and Maggie didn’t seem to have it in her to refuse him. But as long as she kept her mouth shut, I didn’t have a problem with iteither.
We stood over to the side of the lobby as the double doors into the main room opened, and the wedding that had just finished cleared out. Maggie shook her head as she watched the staff usher out the bride and groom, a little too hastily. Then she leaned in and murmured in my ear, “You’ve got serious impulse management problems. You know that,right?”
“What I’ve got you for,” I whispered back. I leaned down, nuzzling her neck and inhaling her sweet scent. “Managing all my impulses…” Then I reached around to grab a handful of her sweet ass and gave her tight cheek a slow squeeze for the first timeever.
I liked it. Alot.
She rolled her eyes but her cheeks flushed a little, and Maggie never fuckingblushed.
I liked that,too.
The reception lady guided us over to the ring case and asked Maggie which wedding bands she wanted. Dizzy tried to butt in with his two cents, but Maggie wasn’tinterested.
“I just want to marry Zane,” she announced sweetly, her arm wrapped around my waist, her other hand on my chest. “I don’t care about the rings. Just pick whatever you like, sweetie.” She fluttered her eyelashes up at me. I crossed my eyes and stuck my tongue out the side of my mouth. She giggled, which was totally un-Maggie. Maggie had a sexy, huskylaugh.
She was really laying this shit on thick for her dad’ssake.
Dizzy was either too wrapped up in his date or too clueless about his daughter to notice anyway. Probably both. But Maggie managed to steer him away, feeding his ego by asking for his input on a bunch of things I was pretty fucking sure she didn’t give a shit about. Should his date be her maid of honor? Should we use the bouquet we’d brought, or use some of the flowers offered by thevenue?
While they were distracted, I picked out some rings and took a lookaround.
It was a cheesy theme chapel, and the theme was rock ’n’ roll. I’d gotten the recommendation from the hotel, but in keeping my word to take care of things myself, I hadn’t let them call ahead for me. Was pretty sure I could make this happen with a little money. Didn’t occur to me until the dude who was about to marry us asked me to sign a copy of a framed Dirty album on the wall that maybe the cash wasn’t the only reason they’d let us take over theplace.
I agreed to sign it on the condition that the staff understand this wedding was a private event, and they weren’t to tell anyone about it. They agreed enthusiastically, especially when I beefed up their tip. Then I scribbled Dylan’s signature on the album instead of mine, grinning to myself. My drummer’s autograph was totally fucking illegible. Pretty sure they didn’t know it wasn’t mine. If it was, no one would believe it was mineanyway.
I was the last guy in the band anyone would ever expect to find hanging out in a wedding chapel. Which was saying a lot. My band brothers weren’t exactly famous for their long-termrelationships.
Then again, no one had ever seen me withMaggie.
Not likethis.
Even I didn’t know what it would be like. What it would feel like to actually bewithher. But I found my eyes following her around the chapel as she and Dizzy looked around, and it felt fuckinggood.
Sure, this had started out on a whim. At least, the proposal part. A testosterone-fueled impulse, brought on by Dizzy’s shitty treatment of his daughter and my own gut-deep urge to do anything in my power to protect her fromhim.
But it was an impulse six years in themaking.
The fuse had been lit the day I met Maggie, and I’d been burning for her for a long, longtime.
The closer we got to walking down that aisle? I was warming more and more to the idea of making her mywife.
Despite what my friends might think, what Maggie might think, I could totally do a wife and a marriage. If it was Maggie. Why the fucknot?
