Page 113 of Only Ever You

I guess time will tell, but it feels right.

“This is kinda crazy, Deacon. What are we doing?”

He chuckles. “I’m setting things right. And yeah, it’s crazy. I know we could have gotten married back home, but this is more exciting, right?”

I raise my head. “That’s one word for it.”

“I’m giving you a wedding to remember, and then we can head home for a while before we take a honeymoon.”

I turn my head. “You just took a month off work.”

He shrugs. “They’ll survive. You can pick where we go. If you want to go to Europe, we can do that. If you want somewhere closer to home …”

“Do you want my honest opinion?”

He nods. “It’s your choice, so sure.”

“I want to go home to our new beach house.”

Deacon grins and leans over, kissing me. “We’ll do that then. And then on our first anniversary, we’ll take a trip.”

“I love that idea.” I cup his cheek. “And I love you.”

“I’ll never get sick of hearing that.”

The limo pulls to a stop, and the driver opens the door before offering me his hand as I step out onto the kerb. Deacon follows me, slipping his arm around my waist and leading me toward the chapel.

It’s dream-worthy.

In the heat and the dust of the Nevada desert is this tiny church-looking building. There’s a colourful garden around it, and as Deacon leads me along the path to the front door, I let out a sigh.

“This is amazing.”

“As soon as I saw it, I knew we had to be married here. It’s so you.”

“You know me so well.”

When we reach the steps, the Elvis celebrant and a woman are waiting for us.

“Welcome, little lady,” he says, and I giggle. “Let’s get you two hitched.”

Deacon gives my waist a squeeze and we follow them into the chapel.

It’s just as pretty on the inside. Candlelight makes the wooden walls glow warm and welcoming, and once Deacon sorts out the paperwork, our ceremony starts.

I spend my time switching my gaze between Elvis and Deacon. The ceremony won’t be long—we’ve got the chapel booked for half an hour and that includes two songs from Elvis.

This is insane. I can’t believe this is my life.

And I love every single second.

When it comes to the rings, I panic for a microsecond before Deacon draws two boxes out of his pocket.

“I got it covered, Pipsqueak. I’ve got your engagement ring too. It’s time to put it back on.”

Inside the boxes are new white-gold rings. He’s thought of everything.

I’m teary-eyed as we exchange them.

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