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mine. His fingers go to my engagement ring. "Let's go to Vegas. Let's get married now."
    "Why?"
    "Because you want to marry me."
    "But why now? Why not in a year?"
    "Why in a year?"
    As Miles would say, fair enough. Why not now? Why in a year?
    "You like depraved rock stars," he says.
    I smile. "I do."
    "See, you're already halfway there."
    I laugh. I want to be there. I want to throw away all my concerns.
    "I think you want a depraved rock star husband right away."
    He's right. I do. I want forever with Miles, and I want it right away. Why not now?
    Now is good.
    I press my fingertips into the spot where his neck meets his collarbone.
    He shudders with pleasure. His hands go to my lower back. He pulls me closer.
    "Promise you won't think about quitting Sinful Serenade." I muster all the confidence I have. "Promise, and I'll go to Vegas with you and get married now."
    "Then no question." He leans closer. "I promise."
    ***
    T he next morning, we call my parents over breakfast—they're surprised, but supportive—and drive straight to Vegas.
    The city is breathtaking in a strange, money-worshiping, party-worshiping kind of way. Even in the afternoon, the neon lights stand out against the blue sky. One side of the freeway is miles of desert. The other is an oasis of depraved, adult fun.
    There's no specific theme to our hotel. It seems the concept is luxury. Our suite is adorned in shades of mauve and silver. It's sleek, modern, and a little showy.
    Miles sits on the bed, his legs spread. It's inviting. I want to mount my husband-to-be.
    Damn, this is moving fast.
    I linger in the thought of Miles as my husband—a long honeymoon on the beach, us buying a house so we can really live together, him surprising me at school, me surprising him for a weekend on tour.
    We'll have a good life together.
    There are obstacles, but we'll figure them out, one at a time.
    He pushes himself to his feet and stretches his arms overhead. Then his eyes are on mine, this look that says let's go. "Ready to start looking at venues?"
    No. But I want to marry him, and there isn't much time for everything.
    I nod. "Ready as I'll ever be."
    ***
    O ur first stop is a drive-through chapel. For a mere two hundred dollars, we can get married in a drive-through. It's only an extra hundred dollars to have Elvis officiate the ceremony.
    I watch in horror as another couple ties the knot. They're sitting on the top of a bright red convertible. Her dress and lipstick are the exact red of the car. He's in a sports jacket and jeans.
    When the officiant says I do, they lean in for a sloppy, drunken kiss.
    My stomach twists.
    This is all wrong.
    "It's different," Miles says.
    I shake my head. My lips barely part for my objection. "No way in hell."
    "My old favorite song." He runs his fingertips over my t-shirt, tracing the spot where my new tattoo is. "I have a new favorite."
    "No, Miles. I'm not getting married in a drive-through."
    "You want something classier?"
    "Is there something less classy?"
    He laughs. "Fair point."
    I take a deep breath. The sun is bright in the sky. We're near the Stratosphere tower. I'm sure they do weddings at the top, but that isn't right either.
    I don't want a church wedding.
    I don't want a drive-through or a hotel deck either.
    Nothing feels right. They all feel like places Rosie would hate.
    "I don't know what I want." I dig my fingertips into my jeans. "I've never thought about it. We haven't even been engaged twenty-four hours."
    "You don't want a drive-through."
    I nod.
    "You didn't like the little white chapel."
    Again, I nod.
    "That's two things we've eliminated. We'll find something today or tomorrow."
    "Today or tomorrow?" That's fast. Really fast.
    Miles's voice is steady. Calm. "That a problem?"
    "No, I guess not." My voice is the opposite of steady. I turn to face him. There's all this certainty in his piercing blue eyes. I don't feel any of that.
    It isn't right that I don't feel any of that.
    "Trust me. I'll find the