“Let’s go find an Elvis.”
Her smile is radiant as she launches onto her tiptoes and pecks my cheek. Her hand follows, sliding across my cheek.
“Stubble,” she says, fingers moving back and forth, tracing sparks along my flesh. “Sexy.”
And that’s all I need to make the best worst decision of my life.
We find him three blocks down. Of course we do. Like Vegas just… provides.
He’s standing outside a chapel that looks like it hasn’t been updated since 1987, sweat darkening the collar of his rhinestone jumpsuit, sideburns glued on a little crooked.
“Y’all lookin’ for love tonight?” he calls, voice already hoarse.
Scarlett lights up like she’s found buried treasure. “That’s him,” she says, tugging me forward. “That’sourguy.”
“Our guy,” I repeat, because apparently this is my life now.
Elvis squints at us, taking in the hat, the dress, the way we’re already standing too close.
“Well now,” he says, grinning. “I seen a lotta couples come through here… but I can tell when it’s real.”
I huff a laugh. “You can, huh?”
“Son,” he says, clapping a hand on my shoulder like we’ve known each other for years, “I married a pair just like you two last week. Still goin’ strong.”
Scarlett giggles beside me. That sound alone might be enough to ruin me.
“You do weddings right now?” she asks.
Elvis spreads his arms wide. “Darlin’, I was born ready.”
I glance at her, eyes shining. Marveling silently at how this whole night feels like it’s tilting off its axis.
“This is crazy,” I mutter.
“Yeah,” she says softly. “It is.”
Neither of us steps back. That’s the problem.
I don’t want to.
Elvis claps his hands once. “Alright then, step on inside, lovebirds. Let’s make it official.”
Scarlett squeezes my hand.
I squeeze back.
Because I should stop this… say no. Remember exactly who I am when I’m sober.
But right now?
I don’t want to be that guy.
I want to be the one who says yes.
Chapter
Five
