Page 83 of Menace in Vegas

It’s a beautiful sight, but nothing compares to hearing Allie whisper the words that sealed her fate,I’m yours, Connor.

Not even winning the Stanley Cup could top that.

Although… having my wife in the stands when we do? That would come damn close.

I glance over. Allie’s staring out the window like it might open a portal to escape me. She hasn’t moved in ten miles. Probably praying for a natural disaster to hit before we reach city limits.

Meanwhile, I’m smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.

This might be the best day of my life.

Better than joining the Green Mountain Avalanche with Ford.

Better than my first goal in the league.

All because she said those words that light me up inside. And there are no takesies-backsies.

She’s stewing, silently suffering beside me.

And I’m basking in it.

“I can’t wait to get to Vegas," I say, my voice light and my grin sharp.

As I expected, she doesn’t respond.

I sigh dramatically, grip the steering wheel, and stretch my legs. "Good night, huh?"

She clenches her hands in her lap, remaining silent.

My girl doesn’t go down without a fight.

“You feeling okay, baby?" I ask, pure smugness dripping from every word.

She mutters, “Fine.”

I raise a brow. "Fine?"

She grits her teeth. "Great."

I grin. "That’s my girl."

She shudders from my words.

“When we get to a hotel, should we book a one-bed suite,wife?" I add casually.

She makes a strangled sound. “I’mnotyour wife!”

I shrug. "Yet."

She whips her head around, eyes blazing. "Do you even hear yourself? You soundderanged."

“Yeah baby. And you like it."

She growls and kicks her purse. I could die a happy man right now.

“You’ve officially lost your mind!" she snaps.

“Did I? Or did you finally admit what we both already knew?"

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