Everyone.
Jackson was going to kill her.
Ever After
You couldn’t go through a Vegas drive-thru wedding chapel in a jet. As it turned out, a stretch Hummer wouldn’t fit either, so they filed into the chapel itself. Damn near everyone he knew in New Orleans, along with a couple of plus-ones.
Carmen shoved her bouquet into Mackenzie’s hands and pointed her toward Jackson—and the officiant, who was doing a pretty damn good job of impersonating Elvis, the early years.
Mackenzie just stared at him, wide-eyed and clearly shocked at how fast it had all gone down, even after a year’s association with Nicky Peyton in a determined mood. She kept staring until Kat let out a whoop of triumph and held up her phone. A few seconds later, a wedding march spilled out of its tiny speakers.
Mackenzie laughed and held out a hand to him. “So much for just us.”
“It wouldn’t have felt right,” he whispered, taking her hand. “You know it’s true.”
“Uh-huh.” She turned toward Elvis with a goofy smile. “Your mother’s going to kill me.”
She had no idea. “We’ll have to throw a proper party at my parents’ house.”
“Anything. Just...marry me, Jackson. Right now.”
He’d been waiting for it for what seemed like forever. He would have waited even longer, but he was damn glad he didn’t have to. “Got to do something first.”
Her fingers tightened around his hand in a nervous enough grip that he knew she’d forgotten to check her strength. “What?”
He grabbed her and did what he’d wanted to do pretty much from the moment he’d met her.
He kissed her.
The End