Page 43 of Puck Blocked

“Okay.”

The moment we step onto the street, I turn left with a certain destination in mind. “You know I love you, right?” I ask her as we navigate the crowded Vegas sidewalk.

“I know. I love you too.”

“And you know that you are it for me. You always have been and always will be.”

“Okay…”

I stop walking as soon as we’re standing in front of the little chapel I spotted on the way to the hotel. And look into Montana’s eyes. “I want to do this, but only if you really want to do it too. You can say no. I’ll still be here. I’ll wait until you’re ready, and if you’re never ready, I’ll still wait.”

“Do what? Luke? What’s going on?” I see the concern knitting her brows. She still doesn’t understand what I’m asking her.

“Marry me,” I clarify, then quickly add, “Please.”

Montana gasps. “What? Have you been drinking?”

“No, I haven’t had a drop of alcohol. I want to do this, Tanna. I’ve always wanted to do this,” I tell her. “Marry me, right here, right now. Just the two of us.”

“You’re serious?”

“Never been more serious about anything. Marry me, Tanna,” I ask again, and she grins.

“Yes.”

I blink at her. “Yes?” I question, unsure if I heard her say it in my head or in real life.

“Yes,” Montana repeats. “I’ve wanted to marry you forever, Luke. But I… What if I don’t get better?”

“You are perfect, Montana. There is not a single thing wrong with you. I will love you forever. I promise. I will always be here to help chase away any demons that haunt you.”

“I don’t deserve you,” she says as her eyes drop to her feet.

I reach out and tip her chin up until her gaze meets mine again before gesturing to the building behind us. “We deserve each other. Now, are you ready to become Mrs. Jameson?”

I’ll call in a favor with Gray and ask him to get the paperwork in order when we get back to Vancouver. He has people who will make sure this marriage is legit.

“I was born ready.” Montana smiles, and I lean in and kiss her like no one is watching. Because, right now, it’s just me and her. Us. Everything else blurs into the background.

“We’re really doing this,” Montana says, her hands locked in mine as we stand on an altar in front of an Elvis impersonator.

“We are, but we can do the big fancy wedding too,” I remind her.

“I don’t need that. I just need you.”

“Okay, you folks ready?” Elvis asks.

“Yes,” Montana and I say at the same time.

“Great. Luke, are you ready to take Montana here as your wife?” Elvis asks me.

“I am,” I tell him before he turns to Montana.

“Montana, are you ready to take Luke here as your husband?”

“I am,” she says.

“Okay, Luke, you wanted to say your own vows. The stage is yours.” Elvis nods in my direction and takes a step back.