Page 78 of Retaking the Shot
“I just looked up what you need to get married in Vegas. You guys need to apply online for a marriage license and then go to the Marriage License Bureau to pick it up. After that, you can go wherever they perform a wedding ceremony.”
I checked the time on my phone. “How late are they open?”
“The bureau stays open until midnight. And there are a ton of twenty-four-hour wedding chapels,” he answered.
Our two large SUVs parked in front of us, and Coop and my parents and grandparents climbed into one while Hayden, Tyler, Kaylee, and I got into the other.
Kaylee nudged me. “Do you know what you’re going to wear?”
“I have no idea,” I admitted. “I didn’t expect any of this, but we’ll probably keep it casual.”
“That sounds boring,” she scoffed playfully.
“We can save the fancy-ass outfits for when you get married,” I teased.
“You’ll be waiting a long time for that.” She chuckled.
When we got back to the hotel, I hurried to the room and started rummaging through the few outfits we had in the closet. Since Coop and I had already planned to go out tonight, we both had button-up shirts and slacks hanging up. Not sure I would have enough time to iron our clothes, so I hung them up in the bathroom where they could steam while I took a quick shower.
As I dried off, I heard a text notification on my phone. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I walked to the bedroom where I’d left my phone.
On my way to the hotel. Should be there in about twenty minutes. Ready to get married?
I can’t wait. Love you
Love you too
He walked into our room exactly twenty minutes later. “Let’s do this,” he said, kissing my neck as I styled my hair.
“Do you want to wear that suit?” I pointed at the one he was already wearing. “Or do you want to change into what you brought for going out tonight?”
“I’m going to change. Then we can figure out what we need to do.”
“Tyler already did that.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “He did?”
“Yeah.” I nodded and gave him a rundown of everything we needed to do, including buying him a wedding ring.
“Okay. We should probably get a move on it then.”
Two hours later, our group, which included the eleven of us plus several of the Bruins players, walked into a small wedding chapel off the Strip.
“We’d like to get married,” Coop told the receptionist when we reached the counter, and her eyes widened.
“Aren’t you Emmett Cooper?”
He smiled at her. “I am.”
She glanced at the guys standing behind my soon-to-be-husband. “Oh my gosh. You guys played great tonight. I shouldn’t say this since I live here, but I was rooting for the Bruins the entire series.”
“We appreciate that.” He leaned against the counter. “Now, about getting married ...”
“Oh, right. Did you get your marriage license already?”
“We did.” I pulled it out of the envelope and handed it over.
“And since you have several people in your party, I’m assuming someone will be a witness?”
