I take in the ring box on the glass case, then glance behind me at our friends quietly standing guard. “No.”
Harrison inhales sharply. “No?”
“I want to marry you,” I murmur as I turn back to him. “Here. Now. In Vegas.”
His mouth claims mine. His lips are warm and firm, less conquering than grateful.
“There’s one problem,” I say when I pull back.
“Only one?”
“I found the perfect dress. But...” I bite my lip. “It’s expensive.”
His eyes gleam with pride.