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“Destiny,” Daniel finishes my thought as he glances at the tattoo on his bicep.
“Is it a sign?” I ask in barely more than a whisper.
“It sure as hell feels like it is.” His voice shakes. “What are we thinking?”
I drop my gaze to the floor. “I don’t know.”
Daniel slides to his feet. “Should we get married? Do you think we should do this, Gina?”
“I do,” I whisper, not sure if the shots I had earlier are pushing the words out of me or if hearing Marlin’s voicemail is contributing to my sudden irrationality. “Let’s get married.”
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Daniel
I stareat the marriage license in my hand.
I’m not a lawyer, but this document I’m holding is legitimate.
We’re actually fucking doing this.
I look up at the small white chapel in front of us. It’s nestled between a hotel and a restaurant. We’re off the main strip, but this part of Las Vegas is still teeming with people.
A few feet away, I spot a woman in a short white dress standing next to a guy who is looking sharp in a formal kilt outfit. Both of their left hands are extended as they stare at what appears to be matching gold bands wrapped around their ring fingers.
“Shit,” I mutter. “Rings.”
Angel and my bride-to-be glance over their shoulders at me.
“Destiny keeps a selection of wedding bands in the office.” Angel smiles before she flashes me her left hand. “Unless you want to head back to my shop after the ceremony. I can tattoo your names on each other’s fingers.”
“No!” Gina’s gaze is trained on the ink on Angel’s ring finger. “Not that.”
We haven’t been alone since we decided to take the plunge and exchange vows. Angel took the liberty of arranging a chauffeur driven limousine to pick us up at her tattoo studio. She told us that it was part of the deluxe package offered by Destiny’s chapel.
I agreed to it because Gina didn’t disagree.
On the way to the Clark County Marriage License Bureau, Angel poured us a couple of tequila shots. As the driver crawled through the traffic along the strip, the three of us toasted to happy endings and long lives together. As soon as we left that building with our marriage license, we each took another shot.
I’m feeling more buzzed than I was before I got the tattoo, but I know what I’m doing.
At least, I think I do.
I’m making one of my dad’s final wishes a reality.
Angel’s phone chimes, dropping her gaze to it. “Destiny is officiating another ceremony at the moment, so you have time to pick out a bouquet and those rings.”
Gina nods. “All right.”
“All right,” I repeat.
I follow both women into the chapel, and I’m met with the sound of organ music and the scent of lavender.
Considering the fact that my stomach is already knotted from all the shots and the thought that I’m going to be married within the hour, I reach for the back of an armchair to steady myself.
Fortunately, neither woman notices me.
“Do you have a favorite flower, Gina?” Angel asks with a brush of her fingers over Gina’s hand to grab her attention.
