Page 60 of Just My Type (The Boston Hearts #3)

Noah presses a kiss to my forehead and I feel him exhale, like he’s been holding onto the weight of tonight and now he’s letting it go too. “It sure is. But I’m the one you care about most, right?”

I laugh, leaning my head against his. “Bet your ass.”

“If you two are finished over there, I think you have a story for us, and no one would ever mistake me for a patient person.”

At Pam’s voice, Noah and I both laugh and he takes my hand, leading me to the table.

I sit, and he pushes in my chair for me before he takes his own.

I practically melt into a puddle of swoon.

Then, when he hands me a Sprite can and a Twizzler with the ends already bitten off, I decide that there has never been a more perfect man.

I fill up my plate from the platters that are passed my way, but before I can so much as take a bite of a waffle, the inquisition begins.

“So, married, huh?” Jordan muses.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” Jo puts on a practiced pout. “I’m your sister, Hans. We tell each other everything.”

“But do we really?” I ask, smirking at her.

“Okay, no,” Hallie says. “But when you get married in Vegas, that’s really something you tell your sisters.”

“And your brothers,” Cooper says with a scowl.

“Definitely your brothers,” Elliot says, pointing his fork in Noah’s direction.

“And also your brother-in-law.” Ben puts his elbows on the table and props his chin in his hands. “I’ve been friends with Jordan for too long to be immune to gossip. Especially when it involves my family and an accidental Vegas wedding because, so awesome.”

“Okay!” Cece says, holding up a hand. “These are all very valid points, but none of them are giving us the story we need. So, Hannah, Noah, time to unburden yourselves. The goddesses demand it.”

“The goddesses, huh?” Noah says through a chuckle.

Cece nods gravely. “When the goddesses demand, we answer. I don’t make the rules.”

Laughing, I reach over and take Noah’s hand, curling our fingers together and looking around the table at everyone sitting there, ready to drop the bomb.

This is going to be pretty fun, actually.

I’ve never been much of a sharer by nature, but with these people sitting around me and this man beside me? I want them to know all of me.

“The first morning we were in Vegas, Noah and I woke up fully clothed in the same bed with wicked hangovers and no memory of what happened the night before. Except we were both wearing wedding rings, I was wearing a white dress I had never seen before, and there was a crumpled-up veil on the floor, and a picture of us outside the Little White Wedding Chapel and a marriage license on the nightstand.”

I pause for dramatic effect as the entire room falls silent.

“Holy shit,” Hallie whispers. “It’s like you’re living in one of your books.”

“You have no idea,” I say under my breath. Noah chuckles softly and squeezes my hand because he’s the only one on earth right now who knows that the book I just finished is, in fact, a loose retelling of exactly this story.

Noah shrugs. “Turns out we had ourselves a bit of a Vegas night. Showtunes karaoke, a jaunt down the strip, and lots of drinks.”

“So many drinks,” I say. “All the drinks really. We’ve pieced together most of it since then, but the long and short of it is that we accidentally got married in Vegas seven weeks ago.

We’re married. Legally. He and I.” I shrug and point to Noah like this is all so very cool and no big deal at all.

And honestly, it really doesn’t feel like that big of a deal.

Weeks ago, I was freaking out about it. But now?

It all kind of feels…kind of normal I guess.

I want Noah, and maybe we did it all out of order, but I’m better at going with the flow these days, and I have him to thank for that.

Noah smiles wide and wraps an arm around my shoulders. “She’s my wife. Hannah is. I have a wife. Her.”

Amelia cackles out a laugh. “No shit. Want to tell us again how she’s your wife?”

Noah shrugs, unbothered, kissing the side of my head. “I like saying it.”

I roll my eyes, even as warmth cascades through me. “It’s a whole thing.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about this,” Pam says, looking between Noah and me.

I’d be worried about her tone except I see the amusement playing behind her eyes.

“I love a party, and you getting married in Vegas all alone deprived me of my parental right to throw a massive party because one of my children gets married.”

Rob smiles, taking Pam’s hand. “Hon, we literally just came from a wedding for another one of your children.”

Pam gives him a bland look. “Two weddings are better than one. Everyone knows that.”

“Let’s throw a party!” Jo says, grinning maniacally. “You can renew your vows or whatever, and we can throw a rager.”

“I like the way you think, Jo Jo,” Pam says, pointing at Jo.

“I think it’s only fair,” Hallie says. “I’m all pregnant and stuff and couldn’t drink today. Petition to throw your wedding party after I have this baby so I can drink everything.”

Ben presses a kiss to her head, murmuring something that sounds a lot like, who’s to say you won’t be pregnant again?

but I’m too far away to know for sure and honestly, bless, because if my mild-mannered, cinnamon roll of a brother-in-law has a breeding kink, that’s just something I’d rather not know about.

Except I make a mental note to ask Hallie, because actually, yes, I want to know everything.

“Well hold on there,” Cece says, looking between Noah and me.

“Just because you’ve stayed married for the past couple of months doesn’t mean you’re going to stay married forever.

Maybe they haven’t gotten it annulled yet because it’s an administrative pain in the ass and they haven’t gotten around to it yet. ”

“Please,” Elliot says. “Look at them. They’re so in love they practically have hearts shooting out of their eyes. There’s no way they’re getting this marriage annulled.”

Cooper studies us. “Besides, I don’t think you even could if you wanted to. I know what you two get up to in private, and I’m pretty sure that voids all the potential grounds for annulment. I guess you could get divorced if you really wanted to but ugh. Talk about a hassle.”

“Hold the fuck on,” Noah says, a wild sort of look crossing his eyes at the word divorce that has laughter bubbling up in my chest. He plunges his free hand into his pocket, and I know he’s flipping his wedding ring around his fingers.

A kind of security blanket. “No one—not one single person—is getting divorced.”

“So, what’s going to happen?” Cece asks, a gleam in her eyes when she looks at us like she is confident she already knows the answer to her own question.

Noah glances down at me, grin on his face, and my entire future in his eyes. “I guess that’s still under consideration.”

I lean over and kiss his cheek, feeling contentment down to my toes, because I know exactly what comes next.