“Limos R Us,” Cowboy announced with a grin. “Three of ’em. White, as ordered.”
“Ready to roll, Lieutenant, sir,” Harvard added. “Vegas, here we come.”
Vegas? As in Las Vegas? Wedding capital of the world?
Syd stood up and looked out the window. Sure enough, three stretch limos, big enough to hold a small army, were idling at the curb. Her heart began to pound, triple time, in her chest. Was it possible Luke truly was serious…?
“Hi, Syd.” PJ gave her a hug and a kiss. “You okay after this afternoon?”
Syd didn’t have time to answer. PJ disappeared with the others, pushed into the kitchen and out the back door.
“So,” Luke said when they were alone once again. “You love me. And I love you. I know this job in New York is good for your career, but you also told me that if you had a chance, if you could find a patron to support you for a year or two, you’d rather quit your day job and write a book.” He spread his arms. “Well, here I—”
The doorbell rang.
“Excuse me.”
This time it was Frisco and Mia. They came into the living room, followed by an elderly man in a dark suit who was carrying a large briefcase.
“This is George Majors,” Frisco told Luke. “He owns that jewelry store over on Ventura.”
Luke shook the old man’s hand. “This is wonderful,” he said. “I really appreciate your coming out here like this. Here, you can set up over here.” He pushed aside some of the flowers on the table, pulled Syd down onto the couch.
Mr. Majors opened his briefcase, and inside was a display case of rings. Diamond rings and wedding rings. Syd couldn’t breathe.
Luke got down on one knee beside her and took her hand. “Marry me, Syd.” His eyes were so blue. She could drown in those eyes. She could lose herself forever.
Frisco cleared his throat and started inching toward the kitchen door. “Maybe we should—”
“Don’t go anywhere. You guys are my best friends. If I can’t grovel in front of you, who can I grovel in front of?” He pointed to the jeweler. “Him I don’t really know, but I figure he’s got to be a pretty cool guy to come all the way out here like this.”
He looked back at Syd. “Marry me,” he said. “Live here with me, write your book, have my babies, make my life complete.”
Syd couldn’t speak. He was serious. He was completely, totally serious. It was everything she had ever wanted. But she couldn’t manage to utter even one short syllable to tell him yes.
And he took her silence for hesitation.
“Maybe I should put it like this,” he said. “Here’s the scenario, Syd. There’s a guy who’s never taken any romantic relationship seriously before in his life. But then he meets you, and his world turns upside-down. He loves you more than life itself, and he wants to marry you. Tonight. At the Igloo of Love Wedding Chapel in Vegas. Do you fight, flee, hide or surrender?”
Syd stared to laugh. “Igloo of Love?”
Luke was trying his damnedest to stay serious, but he couldn’t keep a smile and then a laugh from escaping. “I knew you’d like that. With me, your life’s going to be high class all the way, baby.”
With Luke, her life was going to be laughter and sunshine all the way.
“I surrender,” she whispered, and started to kiss him, but then she pulled back. She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and everyone else was dressed for…a wedding. “Tonight?” she said. “God, Luke, I don’t have a dress!”
The doorbell rang.
It was Joe Cat and Veronica. Mia let them in.
“I have found,” Veronica announced, “exactly what Luke asked me to find—the most exquisite wedding dress in all of Southern California.”
“My God,” Syd whispered to Luke. “You thought of everything.”
“Damn right,” he told her. “I wanted to make sure you knew I was serious. I figured if you saw that all my friends were taking me seriously, then you would, too.”
He kissed her—and it was an extremely serious kiss.
“Marry me tonight,” he said.
Syd laughed. “At the Igloo of Love? Definitely.”
Smiling into his eyes, she knew her life would never be the same. She’d got Lucky. Permanently.
ISBN: 978-1-4268-5102-5
GET LUCKY
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