“Like I said, you’re my dream, Cap. Besides, they have an Eiffel Tower here. It’s meant to be.”
“But we’ve already booked everything for July in Paris.”
“So we have an intimate wedding here and then celebrate with a big party in Paris. Where’s the harm in that?” she asks, and I have to admit she has a point.
“I mean, it’s kind of perfect. Both of our siblings are here and your grandparents. Our closest friends.”
“We’d just be missing your parents,” she points out.
“And they’ll be in Paris,” I remind her, shrugging because I don’t mind one bit that my dad won’t be here for this, especially not after how he talked to Scar at the Winter Classic.
“You’re sure?” she questions.
I place a kiss on the tip of her nose and tell her, “I’ve never been more sure.”
“You’ve got to admit, your wife is kind of a genius,” she singsongs, standing before grabbing her license from her wallet. “Think I should just need this. Can you please put it in your wallet?”
“Gladly, what else is new?” I smirk as I put her license in my wallet before she takes my hand and leading me out of our suite to the elevators.
“Are you going to tell the group that instead of a bachelor and bachelorette party, they’re about to be our witnesses for our elopement?” I ask her as we wait for the elevator.
“We could still spend the night celebrating with them. We’ll just be doing it as husband and wife. That way their party planning efforts won’t go completely to waste.”
As we step into the elevator and I use Jax’s spare keycard for the penthouse suite access I admit, “Fuck, Red. I love the sound of that.”
“Of what?” she asks as the doors close and I wrap my arms around her waist once more.
Leaning down, my lips brush the shell of her ear as I whisper, “Of you being my wife. I can’t wait to have the privilege of calling you mine for the rest of our lives, Little Red.”
Scar grabs the lapels of my suit jacket and pulls me closer so our lips are breath away from touching. “I love you, Mr. Wilson,” she purrs, and before I can tell her how much I love her right back, she presses her lips on mine and I forget the words, how to talk, fuck, how to breathe.
I know it’s cheesy as fuck—because that’s what she’s turned me into, a sappy motherfucker—but I’ve hit the mother of all jackpots getting to marry this woman.
25
February
The elevator doors open in Jax’s penthouse suite and as we step out, I’m stunned silent, frozen in place as I take in the space. I swear, Jackson Wilson could have a career in event planning after he retires from hockey.
The view from the suite is amazing, highlighting the lit up Vegas strip. Along one of the interior walls is a backdrop full of black, glittery streamers with big block letters that spell out LICENSE TO WED with balloons surrounding the phrase. Next to the backdrop is a table full of goodie bags that have AGENT 007 tags on them. An actual bar with a bartender is by the other wall with a mini marquee sign that says SHAKEN NOT STIRRED with martini glasses lined up beside it.
Jax comes out of the bedroom in a navy pinstripe suit with no shirt beneath the jacket, shooting us a wide grin when he notices us. “It’s about time the guests of honor arrive. Come here, sis, bring it in,” he says to me as he encases me in a tight embrace.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Bennett huffs out beside us, causing me to snort out a laugh.
“Down boy,” I tell Bennett and he quirks a brow in response and the challenging look in his eyes is extremely sexy.
“You two,” Jax says pointing to the two of us, “are so fucking perfect for each other. You’re the kind of couple they write love songs about.”
I can’t be sure, but I think Bennett mutters, “You’d know a thing or two about that.”
Jax must’ve heard him because he replies with a gruff, “I don’t have nearly enough whiskey in me for that topic, B.”
Before I can push Bennett for answers as to what the heck that was about, the elevator doors open and out struts a platinum blonde bombshell.
“Scar! Oh my gosh, it’s so good to see you again!” Her curly blonde hair bounces with each step she takes toward me.
“Walker! I’m so glad you could make it,” I tell her, wrapping her in a hug.
