Page 110 of Kiss Marry Kill
“I already told your parents. They’ll be by this afternoon to pick him up.”
It had been nearly three months since the New York incident, and only one tour date had been postponed as a result. Now that the tour was finished and Jackson was pretty much healed, they’d decided they needed an overdue vacation and proper chance to reconnect. But every time she would ask where he wanted to go, he would give her the runaround.
Now she was on a flight to Vegas, by the look of the images outside her window as the plane landed. “I only know of one reason you go to Vegas,” she said cheekily. “To gamble.”
“Woman, tonight you’re marrying me.”
“Is that a proposal?” she asked coyly, her hands on her waist. Her smile was huge and her cheeks pink.
“I’m not proposing.” He took her hand and hailed a cab. While on the plane he’d booked a suite. “To the Bellagio, please,” he told the driver. “Actually, no. I need a mall. A good mall, one that has a jewelry store.”
“Jax,” she said with the biggest smile on her face he’d ever seen. “You’re nuts.”
“I almost lost you, like, three times in the last few months. Hell, I lost you five years ago. I shouldn’t have let you go then. I’m never letting you go again, Meg. We can have a big huge wedding once we get home, if that’s what you want. But right now, I just want you to be my wife. Will you do that for me? Will you be my wife, Megan?”
“I thought you weren’t going to ask.”
By the time the ring was purchased, somehow the paparazzi got wind that Megan was in Vegas, and they had to fend them off at the door to the chapel, and Jax was losing his cool. “Before we do this, you sure you’re okay with this? With all of this?” Megan asked, pointing to the crowd of photographers outside.
“This is your dream, sweetheart. You’re a fucking rock star. My woman’s a rock star, and I couldn’t be more proud.”
“Thanks to you, I’m living my dream.”
“Then I’ll deal with the fame and the paparazzi.”
Wearing ripped jeans and a red polka-dotted blouse and carrying a small bouquet of white roses, Megan walked down the carpeted aisle to Jax, who also wore jeans (not ripped) and a blue T-shirt that couldn’t have been more appropriate had it been planned—with the words Semper Fi over his heart.
He held out his hand to her, the preacher said his part, and when it was time for the vows, Jax interrupted the preacher with his own words.
“I shouldn’t have let you go five years ago. I was just a stupid kid. But Megan, I promise that I will never ever let you go again. Because you make me happy and I’ll only do things that make me happy from now on.”
With tears in her eyes she said, “Five years ago you made me promise you that I’d always sing. Because of you, I sing, Jackson. Five years ago, you made me promise to only do things that make happy. I always ask myself whether I’m happy, Jackson, and when I’m with you, I’m always happy. So I know that nothing is more right than becoming your wife.”
Just as he was going to kiss his wife, the paparazzi burst through the chapel door and started clicking photos.
“Our first kiss went viral,” he teased. “How do you think this will bode?”
She fisted his shirt and pulled him into her. “Honestly, I don’t care.”
He chuckled. “Then kiss me now, wife.”
Epilogue
It was the home opening game of the Miami Marlins, and Jax was excited to be going with Megan. It was where they first met more than five years ago.
She was walking down the steps in shorts that were way too short, sneakers, and a Marlins jersey. He’d asked her to change before they left the house. In response she’d given him the finger and walked away.
His woman did not like to be told what to do.
Which made him smile.
It was a lesson, she told him time and time again, that she’d learned from him, from the four days they spent together, but it was always in her. She was always a lion, it’s just that she’d been caged up for far too long and needed to be released. All he did was dangle the key her way during those four days. She walked out and she took charge all on her own. It had nothing to do with him.
Holding two beers and a huge tub of popcorn in his hands, he barely noticed who was sitting next to them.
“Surprise! “Happy birthday!” He put down the food and drinks and looked around. It was Joey, Annie, Nelly, and Taylor, all yelling and cheering.
“I bought the rest of the row,” Megan said, getting on the tips of her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. “I never want you coming to this alone. You’ll always have one or all of us. Happy birthday, honey.”
