Page 9 of Flyboy
Fuck! They were doing this.
Hewas doing this.
And if it worked...
This time tomorrow he'd be married to the woman he loved.
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The first thing Alyssa registered was the foul taste coating her tongue and dry mouth.
The second?
There was a goddamn rock band playing under water in her head. At least that's how it felt. Kind of like she was submerged in a pool outside a stadium where the band rocked out.
Jesus. Lifting her hands, she pressed them to either side of her skull. God, that hurt.
And the third thing?
She was flying.
Cracking an eyelid, she surveyed her surroundings, well, what she could see of them in the dark, but she recognized where she was instantly.
In a plane. Yep. Flying.
In Jack's Cessna to be exact. In the seat behind the pilot. Penny sat up front with Jack while he navigated the night sky. "What the fuck?" she mumbled.
"Hey! You're awake." Penny's shout ricocheted around Alyssa's cranium like a bowling ball in a pinball machine. Grinning over her shoulder, her sister added to the demolition derby in her skull. "We're almost there!"
"There where?" she muttered then scrunched her eyes closed because that didn't sound right, and her head hurt worse thinking about it.
Penny's laughter drilled through the soft tissue of Alyssa's brain and made her eyes throb. "Vegas!"
"We're flying to Vegas? Why are we flying to Vegas?" What the hell was going on? The last thing she remembered was being at Davenport's drinking and dancing with Maz. Some guy getting handsy... Then Jack... Asking him to take her home...
"It's your wedding day!" Penny yelled, making Alyssa press the hands still on her head harder and scrunch her eyes tighter so they didn't fall out of their sockets.
At least she thought her sister was yelling. She had to be, otherwise Alyssa would never hear a word over the engine noise and accompanying rock band. Wait.What?Jerking upright, her hands dropped, and her mouth and eyes opened wide. She sucked in a breath and pushed out, "Wedding day?"
"Yeah." Penny frowned at her. "Don't you remember?"
Jesus. How did she tell her sister—the daughter of an alcoholic—that she'd gotten so drunk she couldn't remember? It wouldn't be the first time Alyssa had done something a little crazy under the influence but she always remembered. Except right now she had nothing. Not a single word of conversation about getting married. And who the hell was she tying the knot with?
Oh shit!
Her gaze darted to the back of the pilot's head.
Jack!
Shit. Was she supposed to be marrying Jack?
"Of course I remember," she scoffed. "I'm just a little foggy from sleep." That sounded believable, right? And Penny had to have it wrong, Jack wouldn't agree to get married on a drunken whim…except Jack hadn't been drunk, he'd been driving. And there was no way he'd fly his precious plane if he had had more than one beer all night.
"I'm so excited." Penny clapped her hands, making Alyssa's head pound so hard she may as well have bashed it on the window next to her. Repeatedly. "I can't wait to see Elvis."
"Elvis?" Dear God. What the fuck was happening?
"Yeah. You picked this drive-thru chapel where Elvis serenades you. And Jack said we could put the top down on the car he hired. It's red. To match the hooker dress you said you wanted to wear."
