Page 113 of Dangerous Encore
I press my lips together. There's something romantic about eloping, but it doesn't feel quite right. "NotVegas."
"Hawaii?" He leans in to brush his lips against my neck. "I can take care ofeverything."
I'm sure he can. Mal gets shit done. And a wedding on the beach in paradise—what's not to like? "Maybe."
"We don't have to start planningrightnow."
"I know, but what if we… what if we diditnow?"
"At this veryminute?"
"Yes, let's rush to the courthouse in our pajamas. While it'sclosed."
"Sure." He makes a show of reaching for his cell on the bedside table. "You want to take your carormine?"
"Haha." I do my best mock laugh. "Then we'll wait in front like we're lining up for concertadmission."
"Whatband?"
"You want me to say DangerousNoise?"
Heshrugs.
"Why would I need to line up when myboyfriend—"
He rubs my ring with his thumb. "Fiancé."
"I have a shitty fiancé if he won't let me in to the venueearly."
Mal chuckles. "We can go to the courthouse first thing in themorning."
I shake my head. "I want somethingspecial."
"In the next twoweeks?"
"Unless you can't pull ittogether."
He chuckles. "Youbaitingme?"
Inod.
"Not gonna work. The woman I love just agreed to marry me. I'm over thefuckingmoon."
"Me too." Well, except for the one thing nagging atmygut.
"I can work with twoweeks."
"Yeah?"
"But Ineedhelp."
"Youneed help. Are you sure? It doesn't soundlikeyou."
He runs his fingers through my hair. "It's something I've learned. Askingforhelp."
"Hmm…"
"What's up, baby. You'requiet."
