Page 65 of The One I Need
“Today Oliver and Izzy come together to become husband and wife. These fools might be rushing in, but their love will always be burning.”
Izzy smiles at me, and I hope the photographer is getting all of this. I need to see it sober tomorrow.
“Oliver,” Elvis says as he hands me the ring. “Do you take Izzy to be your wife?”
I nod and slip the ring on her finger. “I do.”
He turns to Izzy, handing her the gold ring. “And Izzy, do you take Oliver to be your husband?”
“Fuck yeah I do!”
“Then by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
And I do. I take Izzy, dip her nearly to the ground, and kiss the living hell out of her.
“I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Oliver Price.”
Chapter22
Izzy
“Where the hellhave you two been? Our flight is boarding in ten minutes.”
Oliver and I share a guilty look before looking back to a confused Knox and a slightly angry Hazel.
“We overslept.”
“Overslept?” Hazel says. “Our flight is about to board, and you two decided to not answer your phones or return any messages. And all you have is that you overslept? I thought something was wrong.”
Knox raises his hand. “For the record, I didn’t and told her everything would be fine.”
Hazel snaps her head toward her husband. “You stay out of this.”
“I’m sorry,” I say as I put down my carryon bag. “We were…in a rush, and I honestly didn’t check my phone.”
Hazel narrows her eyes, trying to see if I’m spewing a line of bullshit. Which is half true. I would have texted her if I had checked my phone all morning. Which I didn’t. I was scared to touch it. Yes, I know that most of the evidence of what happened last night is on Oliver’s phone, but I know there’s a chance more is on mine. I convinced myself that if I looked and it’s there, then somehow the situation is even more real than it already is.
“I’m going to go get a bottle of water,” Oliver whispers to me. It’s also at that point I realize he’s kept his left hand in his pocket. Is he still wearing the ring? “Want anything else?”
“Crackers and a Gatorade, please.”
He nods his head and gives my hand a squeeze before heading to the snack station at the airport.
Knox pops up out of his seat. “I’ll come with you!”
I look to Hazel, who clearly told Knox to go with Oliver. Great. Here we go…
“Seriously, what the fuck?” Hazel begins. “And don’t give me this bullshit that you overslept. Because Oliver looks like he’s about to be called to the principal’s office, and you look like you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar.”
“I…”
I trail off, because I honestly don’t know what to say. Oliver and I have barely had time to process. Once we finished looking at the photos and putting together the pieces of last night, we had to scramble to make the plane.
Then again, this is Hazel. She knows most everything about me. And she clearly knows something’s up. I could continue to try to bullshit my way out of this situation with lame excuses like oversleeping, but the woman knows me too well.
I motion for her to sit down next to me and to come closer. If I’m going to say this, it’s going to be a whisper.
“Oliver and I got married last night.”
