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“Actually…” Honey’s face beamed. “That’s not a bad idea.”
“Oh my God, George. This might work.” Betty Sue piped up. They nodded at each other. “Why don’t you get married here?”
Shock registered on Honey’s face. While we were enjoying this change of scenery, certainly she had a more sophisticated venue in mind for her wedding day, even if our nuptials were fake.
“George is a judge and he can marry you tonight. We’ve done all the weddings in the area. Look. We even have an arch you can get married under, all dolled up with flowers.” Betty Sue pushed a button behind the bar, and the curtain on the stage parted, revealing an arch made of rough-hewn logs, with flowers in the corners and draped with white fluffy materials.
“Nice,” I exclaimed, but I’d better defer to my wife to be.
“You’re in luck. We even have a live band coming to play tonight, The Two-Steppers Gang.” George pointed to a poster. The group looked like retired and aged MC club riders in their leather vests and tattoos. It stated they played oldies and the latest hits from country’s biggest stars.
“Oh! Bess, have you cooked up a cake for church yet? This happy couple is getting married tonight, so cut them a slice.” Betty Sue called out to the bar and somewhere someone named Bess responded, “You got it.”
“The best part is we have a honeymoon suite we rent out upstairs for our wedded couples. You don’t have to worry about a thing. Just show up in about an hour and we’ll get you hitched. You can stay and party all night to celebrate.” George finished and grinned, awaiting our response. We both fell speechless.
“Oh! George, remember we have a few bottles of that pink champagne we stashed away after that one wedding last year. We’ll throw that in for tonight’s celebration as a wedding gift.”
“Wow. This is truly a multi-purpose facility.” I admired the old couple for their entrepreneurial vision.
“Uh, Love Muffin, a word over here, please?” Honey found her voice and left her barstool.
“Amazing offer, really. Let me go speak with Honey about it.” I trailed after her. “So, what do you think?”
“What do you think?”
“I think in a few hours we’ll be married and on our honeymoon upstairs. Sounds perfect—er, not perfect, I guess?” Definitely needed to work on reading Honey’s face.
“What if this is the only time in my life when I get married? Is this really the place for it?” Her eyes darted around the bar.
The only time? I scratched my neck. This could be the only time for me as well, considering I never planned to marry in the first place. I could be her one and only. No other asshole like Edward would take her hand in marriage. Or fuck her on her honeymoon night.
My chest constricted at the thought of another man with Honey after me. What the hell was that all about? On the other hand, I can’t really see myself in a traditional type of wedding, at least not the kind Cal’s wedding planner had detailed to Honey about over the past week.
“I’ll let you decide. But in my opinion, this is perfect. We’ve landed here out of the blue, literally, and now we have the opportunity to wed tonight. I feel like this is some sort of sign, like we’re in the right place at the right time.” I ran my fingertips up her arms, enjoying the display of gooseflesh spreading on her soft skin. Later tonight, my fingertips could roam all over this woman’s body. “And I’d love nothing more than to return to Cal’s house with a marriage certificate in hand.”
“I’ll admit, I’d like to see Cal’s face, too.” She peered around one more time, wavering. “But I don’t have a dress.”
“I can solve that problem. I’m a seamstress, and I think I have something upstairs we can fix right up for you.” Betty Sue shouted from behind the bar. Did the woman have bionic ears?
“This all seems just a little crazy, though, doesn’t it?” Honey blinked up at me.
“Sure. But it’d be quite the story to tell our fake grandchildren someday.” I grinned and pressed my forehead to hers, taking her hands in mine. “Haven’t you ever just done something on the fly? Or has your entire life been planned out?”
That must have hit a nerve, considering how she huffed. But I figured she was on the edge of agreeing.
For added measure, I got down on one knee, and swallowed hard. The entire bar must have stopped what they were doing because the music, the people, the sounds from the kitchen and the pool tables all went silent.
I retrieved the ring from my pocket and held it up to her.
Her jaw hit the floor. “What is that? What are you doing?”
“I see you fidgeting with your mom’s ring all the time, and I’m sure you love it. But I couldn’t get Cal’s words out of my head, complaining that I didn’t buy you one. So earlier this week, I bought this ring for you.” I added under my breath for her ears only, “Just a gift, no big deal.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“It’s a little more dainty and elegant than your mom’s. Four carats. A clear diamond in the middle and yellow diamonds surrounding it, which seemed honey-colored to me. I don’t know. I never picked out a ring before, but this one made me think of you. Will you wear it, Hannah Honey Sweetie Pie Adams, and marry me tonight?”
Under her breath, she whispered. “You know my real name?”
