Instead of heading south toward our hotels, we make a few quick calls and find a chapel just north of us that has an opening in an hour.
I take my wife-to-be’s hand and we start walking. I tell her to talk medicine to me. She just laughs and says I’m the funniest man she’s ever met. Most people think I’m about as funny as the league-mandated concussion spotters, so I lean into it. I must have my A-game on tonight.
Outside the chapel, she helps me into my jacket. My shirt is hopelessly rumbled from all the making out and celebrating, but she promises she doesn’t care.
I arrange for a limo to take us back to the hotel when we’re finished.
Only the best for my wife.
We buy rings at the counter, and hand over our newly acquired wedding license. Neither of us really looks at it. We only have eyes for each other.
CHAPTER 8
FRANKIE
I’m obsessed with the ring on my husband’s finger. It’s so…solid. Very…real.
The city flashes by in a blur of neon.
We don’t talk, but we don’t stop touching each other. It’s like the limo is a cocoon. We stumbled into it as two strangers who just met and fell in love and gotmarriedall in one night, and we’ll emerge from it at his hotel a married couple, Mr. and Mrs. …
“What’s your last name again?” I ask.
He laughs and mumbles something.
“What?”
“Granger,” he says, drawing it out.
I giggle. “Mr. and Mrs. Logan and Frankie Granger.”
“Frankie?” He grins. “That’s fucking cute.”
“I’m only Frankie to family. And now we’re family.”
“Fuck yeah we are.” He pulls me close, and then the city isn’t just flashing by, butspinning. “If we see anyone I know, I’m going to be rude to them and tell them to fuck off. I’ll introduce you in the morning. I just want to be alone with my wife.”
“I like the way it sounds when you say that.”
“My. Wife. My wife Frankie. Love learning new things about my adorable wife.”
At his hotel, he very carefully plants his feet on the concrete and straightens up to his considerable height before offering me his hand. “Come with me, Mrs. Granger.”
I barely notice the doorman, and the lobby flashes by in the blink of an eye.
The elevator is shockingly quiet.
Logan grins.
I laugh. “Is this real life?”
He sways as he crosses the elevator car, getting bigger and bigger until he’s right in front of me. But his eyes are so steady. So warm.
I grab his shirt and hold on tight. “This is a dream.”
“Very real.”
“Is it?”
