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“Just pulled something in my shoulder.”
“Let’s get to Vegas. Get the license. Find a chapel. And get you to bed.” He clears his throat with meaning. “To rest.”
I laugh. All the earlier churning inside, the worry and the flashbacks that plagued me when I thought about being intimate with Drew, have somehow faded. They’re not one hundred percent gone. They’re not. And yet, they have less power.
They’re less immediate.
Drew is safe. More than safe. In the unbridled comfort of his words, his actions, his unwavering commitment to me, he’s creating a space for me to unfurl.
I’m grateful.
And I’m responding.
As we pull back onto the highway, Drew’s phone buzzes. He grabs it and answers, pulling it to his ear. Then, as if second-guessing himself, he puts it on the console and presses speakerphone.
“Hey Gentian. You’re on speaker.”
“Oh, uh, hi Lindsay.”
“Hi Silas!”
“What’s up?”
“Your cover story is starting to slip. Mrs. Bosworth is upset that Lindsay didn’t invite her to the shopping trip you told them you were taking her on. Says she should have been consulted when it comes to selecting outfits for Lindsay’s potential public appearances.”
“Translation,” I say. “Mom has nothing better to do and is pissed I skipped out on my psych eval.”
Silas coughs into the phone and says, “You said it, Lindsay. Not me.”
Drew should laugh, but he doesn’t. Instead, he speeds up slightly, pushing the speed limit.
“Stall as much as you can. We need about three more hours. Two to get there, one to get the license and get married,” Drew tells Silas.
“Got it. I’ll do my best.”
Click.
“Really? It only takes an hour to get the license and get married?”
“If the line isn’t long. Half an hour to get the license, then go find a chapel.”
“Will Elvis marry us?”
“You want that?”
“Could you imagine the look on Mom’s face if I show up with wedding pictures with Elvis as the minister?” I can’t stop laughing at the idea, giggling so hard my bruised ribs start to hurt.
Drew laughs, a deep rumbling of amusement. “That makes me want to do it.”
“Do they have Elvis drive-thru chapels? Kill two birds with one stone?”
Drew grabs my hand. “It’s good to laugh with you.”
“So that’s a yes? Drive-thru chapel with Elvis?”
“Anything you want, baby. Anything you want.”
Chapter 19
