Page 3 of Accidentally Hitched (Unintentionally Yours #1)

“I would never,” he answers quickly.

I don’t know what to do with that. So, I go on. “I love a good food truck.”

A small nearly undetectable smile tugs at one corner of his mouth. “I could go for a food truck…”

With that, we make our way to Tony’s Authentic Mexican Street Food. It’s parked somewhere between the Luxor and the Excalibur and despite being hot, greasy, and loud from the ever-running generator, the line is at least 15 people long, and it smells like heaven.

“My sister would freak if she knew I wasn’t milking a five-star restaurant out of you,” I chuckle as the line slowly moves along.

“Is that what you want?”

“Hell no,” I say with a crinkled nose.

After a beat, he asks another question. “Why do I take it you do what she says a lot?”

“Because I do what she says a lot,” I snort. “I’m sure it’s obvious.”

“What’s obvious?" he asks as we get closer to the front of the line.

“That I am the rule following, responsible older sister who never has any fun.”

“I never assumed that about you,” he says.

I roll my eyes over to him. “Oh really?”

Callum looks right at me with the same eyes he looked at me with when he was on stage. Alive. Wild. Suggestive.

Dead, fucking sexy.

“I see more than that.”

After a long, hot moment, I am able to rip my gaze away.

We are close enough to the truck now that I can divert my attention to the menu, even though I already know what I want.

“You’re just saying that because you want to get laid,” I say, and I swear to God I hear a laugh escape his throat.

“No offense, sweetheart, but if all I wanted was to get laid, I wouldn’t have to put time or effort into it.”

Why did that just make me aware of what's going on in my panties?

We order our food and Callum pays for it, even though I’m not sure those were the rules. Come to think of it, we dipped out of there so fast I don’t actually know what the rules were.

He gets a carne asada burrito with everything on it and I get the loaded nachos with extra jalapenos.

We both order a margarita.

We take our food over to a bench and he clinks his plastic marg glass to mine.

“To blind dates,” he says.

“And good street food,” I add and we both smile before taking a sip.

Both of us cough. “Jesus Christ, they pour heavy.”

“Are you complaining?” he asks, swallowing hard before taking another sip.

“Not at all.”

We eat and drink in the hot Nevada air, and as the tequila melts our nerves, we get more talkative too.

“So, Noah is my best friend and co-worker,” he says, his words fluid.

“Interesting. You don’t seem like the same kind of guy…at all.”

“We aren’t,” he admits, and I snort out a laugh.

“Sorry. I don’t have a cute laugh,” I say, covering my mouth.

“I think it’s cute. I think you’re cute.” Callum takes a bite of his burrito and doesn’t look at me.

Meanwhile I am gawking at him.

“So, I have to be honest,” I say as we finish up and keep walking. We end up grabbing another round of drinks and because it’s Vegas, we carry them with us down the strip.

“Shoot,” he says, one hand on his cup and one hand in his pocket.

“My sister kind of micromanages my life,” I tell him. “And her entire goal on this bachelorette trip was to get me laid.”

Callum’s attention darts over to me and we stop walking.

Well, he stops walking and I run into him.

PSA– those abs are just as hard as they looked on stage.

“Are you for real right now? It’s her bachelorette party and she is hyper focused on you–”

“Getting laid. Yes.”

With that, he laughs. A real, belly laugh that lights my nerves on fire and makes me want to figure out how to do it again.

“That is…some college bullshit,” he says, wiping his hand down his face before gulping down more of his drink.

“And it’s my life. Welcome to it.”

“I think you should tell your sister to kick rocks, and you should do what you want to tonight, starting with having another drink with me.”

My eyebrows stitch together, and I study him.

This is…not what I was expecting.

Maybe it’s the alcohol.

Maybe it’s the city.

Or maybe Callum never lets loose either and Vegas somehow seems like a land of opportunity.

Or regret.

Either way, I can’t stop staring at him.

“I’ll have another drink with you,” I say.

We stop in one of the casinos and grab some very overpriced cocktails. Callum pulls out a card, tips 25% and doesn’t bat an eye.

“Thank you,” I say as we make our way back down the street.

“Don’t thank me. Just do me a favor.”

I stop walking. “What kind of favor?”

“Have a good time. Do what you want to do. If I had to guess, and this is all surface level assumption, I think you are smart, witty, funny, and don’t need your sister telling you what to do.

Not to mention, you’re very sexy. So, Amanda, what do you want to do?

The night is young, and the city is yours. ”

Did he just say I was sexy?

“I…hadn’t thought about it,” I say.

Just then, a group of people dashes past us, and we move closer together.

Callum puts his arm around me, and I put my hand on his chest.

His hard chest.

“No?” he asks. “I think you’re lying.”

My mouth pops open in offense but I can’t help but smile. “Lying about what?”

“I think you want to have fun. I think you want to let loose a bit, but you feel like you’re not supposed to. I think…you want to get laid.”

“That, sir, is very presumptuous.”

“But it’s right, isn’t it?”

I can literally feel the heat rising to my cheeks and I keep walking. “I don’t sleep around, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I’m not insinuating that you do,” he says, falling into step with me again and I’m not sure if I am turned on or annoyed. “But I do think you want to. Have you ever?”

I stop walking right in front of what looks like a tiny church. “Have I ever what? Had sex?”

“Hooked up with someone.”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” I answer, crossing my arms and looking away.

Out of my peripheral though, I can see him smirking. It’s just a half a smirk but fuck me, it’s a good half.

“That’s a no. Damn. Okay, different question. Have you ever wanted to?”

“Same answer as before.”

“And that’s a yes.”

“If you think I am going to sleep with you just because you’re cute and good with words, you better guess again,” I tell him. “I’m not that type of girl.”

“The type of girl that does what she wants and doesn’t care what people say or think?” he asks.

“No.”

“Oh God. Are you one of those girls that wants to be married before you fuck someone?”

My mouth pops open and I laugh at the audacity of it. “Of course not. Jesus, what is the matter with you?”

“Tequilla. But also…hear me out. Neither of us wanted to be here tonight, yet we are. Neither of us expected to meet someone and be attracted to them, yet…we are. I think we should take advantage of it, don’t you?”

“I think you just want to take advantage of me,” I say, ready to step around him.

But then Cal, or Callum, does the last thing I expect him to do.

He drops to one knee.

“Oh, my fucking God,” I laugh, looking around to see if anyone is watching. “What are you doing?”

“Making an honest woman of you so we can both enjoy what little time we have left in Sin City.”

“You are not proposing right now!” I laugh. “Are you?”

“Will you say yes?”

I look around and people are in fact staring.

Then I look up at the tiny fake church.

As insane as it all is, I am having fun.

So, I decide to play along.

“Fine, I’ll marry you. But only for the sex.”

He laughs and I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth.

We walk into the tiny fake chapel, and my nerves feel electric.

I can’t believe I am really doing this.

But you know what they say– what happens in Vegas…