Page 172 of The Re-Proposal

She says nothing.

I kiss her neck again. “Don’t be mad. I hate when you’re mad at me.”

She whirls around and points a finger in my face. “You better keep your promise or I’ll never forgive you, Cody Bolton. I mean it.”

“Understood, princess.”

“I will disappear and never speak to you again.”

“Never.” I kiss her cheek. “Gonna.” My lips graze her jaw. “Happen.”

Our lips meet in a passionate collision.

She kisses me back, her arms winding around my neck and her smile digging into my lips.

“I love you, Ris.”

“I love you too. Now shut up and kiss me.”

I laugh and walk her backward to the bed.

* * *

The next day,I give the pitch everything I’ve got. There’s so much riding on this. Ris is already ticked off. I can’t fly to Vegas for my wedding without hearing a yes.

“You have potential.” The man across the boardroom grins so broadly, his face might explode. “I like it.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“I’ll have someone send the contract over next week. We’re expecting big things from you, Bolton.”

“I’ll blow those expectations out of the water.”

“That’s the spirit.”

The investors clear out of the room. I open my phone and scroll to Clarissa’s number. The name is saved as ‘Princess’ with a heart beside it. Before I can call to tell her the good news, I see a line of angry messages.

Cody, I’m in Vegas.

Where are you?

I already got the marriage certificate, but our Elvis looks a little hungover.

Cody, have you caught a plane yet?

I’m waiting in my wedding dress.

You better text me back now or I swear the wedding’s off.

I cringe. Uh-oh.

I didn’t realize it was so late.

I text Ris back.

I’m heading to the airport now. I’ll be there. I swear.

I catch a cab to the airport.

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