Trent coughed. “You’re joking.”
“Why would I joke about something like this?”
His brows furrowed.
Go on, say it. You know you want to. Tell me I’m lying and doing it to get revenge on you. Say. It.
He fucking didn’t, but he called the bartender again.
“A new round, my dude. We’re off to the Chapel of Love to get these two married.”
The bartender turned up with a tray of drinks.
I downed mine in one, feeling the burn. I didn’t have a clue what I’d just had, but it was better than sweaty balls.
“I’m taking my fiancé to the dancefloor,” I declared, grabbing Tanner’s waist and guiding him through the crowd.
When we were out of earshot and among the dancing couples, I whispered in Tanner’s ear. “I’ve fucked this up. What are we going to do?”
He put his arms over my shoulders, looking way too good as he licked his lips and smiled. “I don’t know. I’m weighing options.”
“Weighing options?”
He nodded. “On one hand, I never thought I’d get married, but now the opportunity presents itself with none other than the sexiest doctor in Cliffborough.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t play coy, Doctor Mitchell. You have mirrors in your apartment. As I was saying…I could do worse for a husband.”
“Ouch, when I thought you’d only ever want me for my body, I find out you only want me for my body.”
“It’s a fine body.”
Right back at you, I thought.
“We can’t go through with this charade, Tanner.”
“Why not? It’s unlikely they’ll stick with us all the way to the chapel. Let’s draw this out until he leaves us alone, and then we go back to the hotel.”
“And what if he doesn’t?”
Tanner closed the small gap between us, placing his mouth next to my ear. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,fiancé.”
Okay, I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t affected by Tanner’s words. I was only human and had been harboring a twelve-year-long crush on him.
Tanner was wrong. Trent didn’t leave, and even though I could tell Silent Stu was getting bored of our attempts to drag the night out, he stayed.
After a few more rounds of drinks—which still didn’t get me buzzing enough to think it was a good idea to get married in secret in Vegas—five karaoke songs, and an impromptu flash mob we found ourselves in the middle of, there was no stopping Trent.
He’d researched the necessary documentation on his phone and filled out the marriage certificate paperwork for us. A short taxi ride later, and we were in front of the one and only Chapel of Love.
When Trent excused himself to go to the restroom, taking Stuart with him, I pulled Tanner aside.
“What the hell are we doing?”
“I really thought he’d be gone by now.”
I ran my hands through my hair, noting it needed a cut. “We can’t go through with this. We’ll have to come clean or say we changed our minds.”
