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Now it was her turn, and as she repeated the same words back to me, my eyes couldn’t leave hers. It was as if they were held prisoner by some unseen force. I wondered if she’d cast some magical spell on me after all.
My eyes moved down to her beautiful lips as she pronounced her final words. “I do.”
I looked around in confusion for the ring bearer, realizing I had no idea who they’d chosen for the job. I’d trusted my brothers and their mates to get all the details together. I gawked when Tansy stepped up with Nugget perched on her arm, a little box strapped to her back. She did not look too happy, and I wondered if it was only the glare of a dragon that was stopping her from flying off with the precious jewelry.
We retrieved the rings, relieving Nugget of her burden, and exchanged them.
“…I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”
I pulled her close, and when our lips touched, the room exploded in applause, reminding me that we were not alone. Supporting her back with my arm, I cupped her cheek and angled my body to shield her from the sight of the others so I could steal a deeper kiss, just briefly, earning me a soft hum before releasing her.
“Ready to make a grand getaway, Mrs. Redrock?”
Chapter 14
Lillian
Icouldn’tstoptheexcited giggle that escaped my lips as we sped away from the paparazzi who had gathered just outside the dragon’s private property. I wondered if Gunnar’s connections in the EA also extended to the human police force, or if we were going to get pulled over. Imagine the field day the tabloids would have with that!
“So… I know the plan was to head back to the penthouse, but did you want to play hooky?” Gunnar asked as we peeled away.
“With my brand-new husband? Of course I do. Where did you have in mind?”
“I have a second home in the country.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. It’s just a cottage. Sometimes I go there when the city becomes too much. It should be beautiful now with all the leaves turning colors.”
“Won’t this car be super easy to spot, though?” The bright green Hellcat was decked out in streamers, aJust Marriedsign, and had cans jangling at the back, but even if we removed all that, his beast of a car would certainly draw a pile of attention.
When we’d first gotten into the car, I’d wondered how he managed to sit in a car and drive with his tail until I realized the vehicle had special custom-made seats. I guess the Urus did too, but I just hadn’t noticed because I had other stuff on my mind.
“Anyone who’s looking for us is behind us, Kitten. And once we leave the city, it won’t matter how flashy the car is because there’s no one out there to see it.”
“But what if they follow us with drones?” I asked.
He grinned, looking like the cat who caught the canary. “They already tried to use those to film the wedding inside the courtyard. They’re all currently disabled and sitting in Desmon’s shed. The only drones in the air now are ours.”
They’d leaked the wedding details on purpose to a few select independent media outlets and photographers; the goal was to make sure they caught a few photos of us hand-in-hand as we left the dragon’s abode. The magical sparkles they’d thrown over us in lieu of rice—and no, it wasn’t because rice made birds explode, that was an urban legend—had ensured Gunnar and I both looked fabulous in every single photo and that they were taken from our best angles.
“Yes! Let’s go. It’ll be an impromptu mini honeymoon.”
“One mini honeymoon coming right up. When this is over, I’ll take you somewhere nicer than my cottage for a proper one.” Gunnar’s eyes darted to the rearview mirror, and he let out a grumble. “We have a tail. No. Two tails.” After a quick check of the map, he said, “Hang on tight, Kitten.”
That was the only warning I got before he floored the Hellcat through the intersection, making the end of the yellow lightjustin time, and curved onto the highway on-ramp. I gasped at the thrill the quick acceleration shot through me, and held my breath as we leaned into the turn. The scary rumble of his car rattled through me, almost but not quite drowning out the pounding of my heart.
We wove through the traffic, Gunnar controlling his vehicle like it was an extension of his body. When we’d put enough space between us and the two cars following us, he slowed so that we were keeping pace with the surrounding traffic.
“You okay over there?” He put a hand on my knee.
I nodded and managed a high-pitched squeak. “Yup.”
“Baby, call Eamon.”
I frowned. “I don’t have his—”
“Calling Eamon,” the front dash of his car said in a dulcet yet slightly robotic female voice.
