Page 99 of Sex, Lies, and Margarita Mixes

Mari Lynn snorts, “These are their first vows, Sir. Elvis didn’t care about vows in that sleazy Vegas chapel. But damned if that wasn’t fun.”

Knox mutters, “Viva Las Vegas.”

Chase laughs and stares into my eyes. “I love you, Rox.”

I stare back at the man I love more than life itself and reply, “I love you, too, Chase.”

Much later, we’re on the balcony, sitting in silence, wrapped in each other under a blanket, letting the night carry our promises into the sky.

It feels… complete.

Not flashy. Not fancy. Just real.

Our real vows.

Our real forever.

No cameras.

Just us.

Exactly how it was always meant to be.

The opening of the balcony door rouses me. “Did y’all sleep out here?” Mari Lynn asks, raising an eyebrow as she sips her coffee.

Chase grins. “Kinda.”

“Ah, sexcapades on the balcony… good times.” She winks.

I smirk. “Amazingly good.”

She laughs. “Well, we didn’t hear y’all from inside. Amateurs.”

I lean against Chase and the blanket slips slightly. He quickly grabs it and pulls it up over our nakedness. “It was perfect.” He kisses my shoulder and my insides warm.

Mari Lynn grunts, “Yeah, I know that look. No, it’s daylight. There are kids right there.” She points at the beach. We look.

Shit! There are literally kids right there and we’re both buck ass naked.

Mari Lynn snickers. “Uh huh. And I’m pretty sure those are your shorts and your panties in that palm tree.”

Seriously? Son of a bitch.

My white satin thongs are indeed stuck in the fronds, waving about in the sea breeze like a surrender flag.

Knox appears in the door, shirtless and grinning. “Coffee is ready and so is breakfast.” His brow arches as my panties continue to flap in the wind. “Nice… but since you two are both naked and there’s only one blanket, would you like me to grab you a towel?” He waggles his brows. “Can’t be scarring the neighbors.”

Chase winks. “That’d be great, man. Appreciate it.”

Knox shrugs. “Yup. It’s really good to see y’all in such a good place now.” He disappears into the condo and tosses a towel out. Chase catches it as Knox yells, “Breakfast in five.”

We book it back to the city after breakfast. After deliveries and vendor calls and a last-minute mixer malfunction, Chase finds me wiping down the truck window and reading through emails on my phone.

He wraps his arms around me from behind. “Glad we did it? Again?”

I lean back against him. “More than anything.”

He nuzzles my neck. “Me too.”

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