Page 26 of Good Girls Don't Date Rock Stars (Rock Canyon, Idaho 2)

“I am too drunk to be making good choices here,” he teased.

“So, make a bad one. Come on!” She pulled him up and toward the window. “What’s your pleasure?”

Everything was so bright, she could hardly look without squinting, which hurt her already dry eyes.

“I’ve got an idea; come on.”

They leaned back in, and Travis rolled down the partition. “Hey Tony, can you drop us off up ahead?”

“Of course, Mr. Bowers.”

The limo came to a stop, and Travis hopped out before Tony could get the door, reaching his hand in to help Gemma. She took his palm and stumbled out of the car, trying to keep her balance while holding up her skirt. “So, where are we going?”

Travis waved behind him, and Gemma squinted at the sign: QUICK WILLIE’S WEDDING CHAPEL.

“Why are we going in there?” she asked.

“You wanted something to do and this is my dare. We’re are going to people watch.”

“In a chapel?” Gemma asked doubtfully.

“Come on,” Travis said, taking her hand and pulling her inside the little white building, which looked more like a fast-food place than a wedding chapel.

Maybe they give out an order of fries with every wedding? The thought got her giggling again.

They walked into the brightly lit lobby, and an older woman with big hair, bright pink lips, and a smoker’s voice croaked, “Name?”

“Name?” Gemma asked.

“You don’t get through those doors without giving me a name and some ID, honey.”

Gemma looked at Travis, who shrugged and pulled out his wallet. Gemma followed his lead and grabbed her license from her purse.

The woman wrote down their names, but then stopped and stared at Travis’s license. Her eyes jumped up and she cried, “Land sakes, Seamus. Get your ass out here!”

An old man with red hair came running into the room with a shotgun a moment later. Gemma screamed, and Travis grabbed hold of her as Seamus yelled, “Damn it, woman, what is that caterwauling about? I thought we were being robbed again.”

“It’s him, Seamus. He sings that song I love!”

Seamus trained his eyes on them and shifted the gun over his shoulder. Gemma breathed a sigh of relief.

“Which song?” Seamus asked.

“‘A Jukebox and a Long Neck’!” The woman came around the corner and threw her arms around Travis. Gemma covered her mouth to smother her laugh.

“It’s nice to meet you, folks, but I’ve got three couples ahead of you, so you’re just gonna have to—”

“Oh no, they don’t, Seamus McGillan! You take these two first or else!”

Seamus’s face went bright red and he snapped, “Well, then, hurry it up! I don’t have all day!”

Gemma wasn’t sure what was happening with all the confusion, but she whispered, “Travis, maybe we should—”

“Oh, don’t mind him, he just hates the night shift,” the woman said, handing them each a form. “Normally we’re just here during the day, but our son is on vacation, and our front-desk clerk called in sick. Here you go. Just fill this out. When you’re done,” she waved her hand across a glass jewelry case, “come back and we’ll get you fitted for your wedding rings. As you can see, we have some beauties. The service includes a wedding video and—”

“I don’t know . . . I mean, we’re not—”

“I understand it doesn’t look like much from here, but I swear, we got the best rates in Vegas and the best videographer in the whole state!” the woman said, pushing the doors open for them. “Why don’t you head on back and have a look-see, and if it’s really not what you’re looking for, no hard feelings.”

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