Page 63 of Finally
“Yes, we got to witness adultery in progress. Drinks and a show. This is a delightful place.” He took Jack’s hand in his. “I'msorry about this. You really didn't have to come with me on a business trip.”
“There is a zero percent probability of me letting you traipse off to Las Vegas unattended.” Jack arched his eyebrows. “Have you seen the way people dress here? Or maybe I should say don’t dress. I absolutely had to come with you.”
Even in a miserable environment, Jack had the power to fill him with joy. “Lettingme go unattended, huh?”
“Yes.” Jack crossed his arms over his chest.
“You know…” Gray reached over, peeled Jack’s left arm off his chest, and took hold of his hand again. “There is one thing we can do in this God forsaken city that I’d enjoy.”
“You’re an atheist.”
“Not the point.”
Jack grinned. “What would you enjoy doing here?”
“We can make that ownership you have over me official. Legally speaking.”
Jack searched his face and then his eyes widened and he gasped. “You want to get married?”
“Of course I do. I want to be your husband.” He wove his fingers with Jack’s. “Why is that a surprise?”
“It’s not. I just…” He blinked rapidly. “You really want to marry me, Gray?”
“I really do.” He raised their joined hands and kissed the underside of Jack’s wrist. “We don’t have to do it here, though, if that’s not what you want. We can wait until we get home and do something more formal. We can get a venue and a photographer and a caterer and all the rest of it and invite everyone we know.”
“A party we have to plan with you as the focus and hundreds of people to entertain? You’d hate that.” Jack gave him a knowing smile.
“I’d be marrying you. That’s plenty of incentive to endure any kind of social gathering.” He winked at Jack. “I’ll even ask Jaime to be my best man.”
At that proclamation, Jack threw his head back and belly laughed.
“Too much?” He grinned as Jack continued laughing. “What? We’re friends now.” That was an accurate statement, for the most part. Over the past few months, he had made an effort to let go of his anger toward Jack’s ex, and Jaime had made an even greater effort to win him over. His charm still had no effect on Gray, but he couldn’t help but appreciate how hard Jaime was trying because he knew he was doing it to make Jack happy, they both were.
Having laughed so hard he cried, Jack dabbed a cocktail napkin against his eyes. “I’m grateful for how much you’re trying with Jaime, really, but a wedding isn’t supposed to be torture for a groom.”
Jack was always beautiful, but never more so than when he was happy. Gray smiled at him, completely besotted.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Like…” Jack’s gaze roamed his face and then his eyes softened, he leaned forward and kissed him. “Let’s go get married.”
Thankfully, the mall in the casino had no shortage of jewelry stores and the strip had no shortage of wedding venues, so an hour later, Gray found himself standing in a tacky pretend chapel, slipping a wide gold band onto his dream man’s ring finger.
“And do you Grayson McClellan take Jack Storm to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, to comfort and to honor, in good times and in bad, forbetter and for worse, and will you keep yourself only unto him, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I did. I do. I always will,” he said, looking into Jack’s beloved face.
“I love you, Gray.” Jack’s voice was rough with emotion and his blue eyes shone with unshed tears. “This is our forever.”
“Finally.”
The End