Vegas! Of course, why didn’t I think of him sooner?
I’m so thankful we exchanged information as I hit the green button. The Saints Outlaws’ president picks up on the first ring, his voice gravelly.
“Amy? Little early for a social call.”
“This isn't social.” I start the car, and the wipers clear the windshield. “I need help. Hope and Frost's wedding is in six hours, and everything's gone to shit.”
“Talk to me,” he says, suddenly alert.
I fill him in on the dress, the venue, and the pastor. Every word comes out clipped and efficient because I don't have time to waste on emotion right now. When I finish, there's a beat of silence.
“Bring them to the clubhouse.”
I blink. “What?”
“Our clubhouse. We've got the space. We can use the main room for the ceremony, and the back area for the reception. It's not fancy, but it's dry, and it's big enough. I'll get the boys from both clubs to help set up. We can make it work.”
Relief floods through me so fast I almost laugh. “Vegas.”
“Not done yet,” he interrupts. “About the dress. There's a boutique on Paradise Road, Sinfully Yours. Owner's name is Sofia. She's a friend of the club and owes me a favor. Tell her I sent you. You might not find a traditional bridal gown, but I guarantee she'll have something that'll work.”
I'm already pulling up directions on my phone. “Who can we get to officiate?”
“House is a chaplain and ordained to perform marriages,” Vegas says, like it's the most natural thing in the world. “He did it years ago, just in case any of us were stupid enough to settle down." He chuckles. “He’ll do it.”
My throat tightens. “You'd do all this for them?”
“Hope and Frost are family,” he says simply. “We take care of family. Now, get moving, you've got a wedding to save.”
“Thank you.” The words feel inadequate, but they're all I've got. “Seriously, Vegas, I owe you one. Thank you.”
“Don't thank me yet. Just get that dress and get back here. We'll handle the rest.”
He hangs up, and I sit there for a moment, phone in my hand, while the rain drums on the roof. Six hours to pull this off. A destroyed venue, a missing dress, a sick pastor… sounds like the beginning of a joke. One I hope we can laugh about it someday.
Hope wanted a miracle, and we got one. I’ve got a place to host a wedding and reception, a boutique to get Hope a dress, and an MC brother who is an ordained minister. I can work with this. I pull out of the driveway, tires splashing through puddles, and head toward Las Vegas.
Hope's getting married today, I don't care what it takes. I'm going to make this happen because that's what best friends do. We show up, fix things, and make miracles happen when the world tries to fall apart.
Nobody, not a shitty florist, not a wrong dress, not a storm, not even the universe itself, is going to ruin my best friend's wedding day.
Not on my watch.
CHAPTER 14
FROST
Ipace around the hotel room, trying to figure out what the hell to do with myself. I have six hours to kill and no clue what to do with the time.
I could go for a ride, see if Colt and Chaos want to join me. It’s raining, idiot.
Before I can make another bad decision, my phone buzzes in my pocket, and I dig it out. Amy’s name flashes across the screen. “Amy? Everything okay?”
“No,” Amy gushes. “We've got problems. Big ones.”
“What kind of problems?”
“The bridal shop sent the wrong dress home with Hope. She's got some hideous pink bridesmaid nightmare instead of her wedding dress. The storm has destroyed the outdoor venue. The tent's got a massive hole, everything's soaked, and all the decorations are ruined. Also, the pastor called in sick with the flu.”
