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“Elvis? You, me, vows…”
He lifted his head and gave her a content smile. “I was just teasing, sweetheart. I thought you were on the other side of the country.”
Oh boy, was he in for a surprise. “So you wouldn’t want to do that?”
He shrugged and dropped his head to the pillow again. “Sure. Vegas, a beach somewhere…hell, I’d marry you at Chicago City Hall.”
“Then let’s do it. Here, today. Now.”
It took him a minute to hear the seriousness in her voice, and by the time it hit him she thought her face might split in half from the giant grin she was sporting. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?” He half-yelled it this time, sleepiness forgotten, and pulled her hard against him. Naked, sweaty, and giddy with excitement, she peppered his face with kisses as he gaped at her. “What about your mom?”
“We’ll let them plan a reception for Christmas. But now that my sister’s getting married again, I think it’s less of a big deal.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think moms work that way.”
She didn’t care. “This is just for us. For you. I’ve been thinking of you as my husband forever now. Time we make that official.”
He slanted his mouth over hers and swept his tongue over her lips, and then inside, hungry and hot all over again. “Damn straight I’m going to make you my wife tonight.”
“I’m already your wife,” she whispered and he kissed her again.
Chapter 3
“What do you mean we can’t get married tonight?”
After eating an extravagant room service dinner, they’d gotten dressed together, bumping elbows in the bathroom and giggling about what they were going to do. Kyle had looked up the marriage bureau address and confirmed they could do a same day service. It looked pretty straightforward.
But now they were at the Graceland Chapel, license in hand, and it was packed. The clerk gave them an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. We do recommend making a reservation in advance.”
Kyle turned to Laney, who looked crushed, and brushed a kiss across her temple. “You want to go somewhere else?” he murmured.
She shrugged. “I’d kind of gotten attached to the idea of being married by Elvis.”
The clerk cleared her throat. “We could fit you in at three tomorrow afternoon.”
Laney brightened up. “We’ll take it.”
Disappointment warred with anticipation in his gut. What was one more day? It felt like a lifetime, which was ridiculous.
“Come on, high roller, let’s go see if we can find a midnight burlesque show.” His almost-wife gave him a naughty smile and his maudlin reaction to the delay was forgotten. Hell yes. He pulled out his phone and texted Willem that he wouldn’t be attending the next day’s poster display or plenary luncheon. Turned out he had the date of a lifetime instead.
A quick cab ride delivered them to the doors of the hot new dinner theatre where Willem had bought tickets earlier, but it seemed like denial was the order of the day.
“Sorry, man,” the ticket seller shrugged. “The midnight show’s our most popular. We recommend—”
“Reservations, yeah. I’m getting that vibe loud and clear from this town. Vegas isn’t quite what I expected in that regard.”
“We do have another show on our smaller stage. A comedy thing. It’s weird. And free.”
“Wow, you’re really selling it.”
“The drinks are only two bucks.”
Laney groped his ass and whispered something about stripping for him when they got back to the hotel if he bought her a few drinks, but not quietly enough because the ticket guy grinned and told him that sounded like a bang-up deal. Kyle glowered but couldn’t deny the truth.
