Allie’s wheezing with joy.
And I swear I hear Priscilla growling in the parking lot like she’s ready.
49
ALLISON
The second I shove the last bite of pancake in my mouth, I realize I’ve made a horrible mistake.
My stomach is toofull, my vision is blurry, and across from me, Connor grins like a smug bastard who just won the Stanley cup.
“You good, sweetheart?” he purrs, leaning back in his chair like he didn’t just eat twelve pancakes in five minutes.
I groan. “Shut up.”
Gram is howling with laughter, clapping like she just watchedHamiltonlive. “Well, well, well. Looks like someone underestimated her husband!”
“You cheated,” I hiss at him.
Connor raises an infuriating brow. “How exactly does one cheat in a pancake-eating contest?”
“I don’t know, but you did. I can feel it in my syrup-soaked soul.”
Gram sighs, shaking her head. “Tragic. I really thought you had this one, darling.”
I turn on her. “You were supposed to help me!”
“I did! I bet on you, didn’t I?”
Connor barks out a laugh. “You bet on her?”
“I had faith. Turns out, it was misplaced.” She shrugs like she didn’t just betray me with her entire soul.
Connor smirks, sliding his hand up my thigh. “Pack your bags, Mrs. Menace. We’re going north.”
“No.” My stomach drops. “Oh no. You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I would. Hope you like snow. And frozen lakes. And?—”
Gram claps her hands and stands. “Now that the pancake preliminaries are done—on to phase two!”
Connor and I freeze.
“What do you mean, phase two?” I ask warily.
She just beams. “Come along, my beautiful buffoons. We’ve got a tight schedule.”
Dear God. Please don’t let it involve more of her driving.
Judging by the glint in her eyes, Gram’s driving might be the least of my concerns.
* * *
We’re standingoutside a building that says “Viva Las Vows” in giant neon pink letters.
Connor squints. “Is that… an Elvis chapel?”
“Oh, it’s not just any Elvis chapel,” Gram says, her eyes practically glowing. “This isthechapel. The holy land. The site of today’s very special vow renewal extravaganza!”