But dammit if she wasn’t feeling pretty swoony about the way he’d swept her off in front of everyone that way.
She’d really been trying to help Jason. Did she want to be labeled a cheater in the press? Well, no. But it wasn’t like she’d planned that out. And did it matter? It was much better for her to be the pariah than Jason, who was losing fans over the breakup.
And then Fletcher came in and swept her off to a wedding chapel? How could she not feel a little swoony? Maybe they thought she was a cheater, but at least she was in love and getting married to the guy.
Wait, people did think that Fletcher was the guy now, right? She hadn’t said that. And Jason had made it seem that Fletcher was just a friend. But now they were in here and so surely people would realize Fletcher was the one.
Though, they weren’t really getting married…
“Hi, we’re interested in wedding packages,” Fletcher told the woman.
Jordan felt those butterflies in her stomach start doing the Hokey Pokey.
“Oh, wonderful!” the woman said. She was dressed in a pencil skirt, heels, and a silk blouse. Her nametag read Avery. “Do you have something in mind?”
“Simple. And today,” Fletcher said.
Avery’s smile widened. “Well, great. Do you have your license?”
Jordan barely spared the woman a glance. She was too busy staring at Fletcher.
He was just making conversation. Right? Acting interesting in wedding packages made more sense than telling her they were hiding out from Jason Young fans.
So why was her heart hammering as if Fletcher was being serious?
Why was her brain saying things like this seems right?
It didn’t seem right. It didn’t make sense. Did it?
Her and Fletcher married. That should seem crazy.
It didn’t.
“I knew all those movies about getting spontaneously married in Las Vegas weren’t entirely accurate,” Fletcher told the woman with a grin.
God, he was good-looking. All the time. But especially when he grinned.
Jordan barely heard the woman laugh and say, “Well, you do need a license, but they’re not difficult to get. It can take just a few minutes if there’s no line.”
“Is that right?” Fletcher gave Jordan a glance and her stomach swooped.
Her stomach swooped? Sure, he’d made her stomach swoop when he’d pressed her against the inside of the hotel room door and kissed her in Galveston.
But stomach swooping, when it came to Fletcher, was not a usual occurrence.
Then again, it’d been a really long time since anything had made her stomach swoop. And that was pretty sad considering she’d been practically engaged to country music’s newest hot star.
“Yes,” Avery said. “You just need to go downtown to the Clark County Marriage Bureau, pay the fee, fill out some paperwork, and you can have a license in under an hour. Especially at this time of day on a Sunday. Bring it back here and by the time you get back, we can have your ceremony ready to go.”
“You have an opening?” Fletcher asked.
He’s just making conversation. He’s just trying to make her think we’re not crazy.
But in spite of Jordan’s self-talk, the stomach swooping continued. Maybe you couldn’t just walk in off the street and have a wedding ceremony in a snap, but it sure didn’t sound complicated. It definitely sounded like she and Fletcher could leave Las Vegas married if they wanted to.
Her heart also did a little swooping thing at that thought.
“If you want to do it right away today, then yes, I can fit you in,” Avery assured him.
“The sooner the better,” Fletcher told her. But he was looking directly at Jordan.
“Excellent,” Avery said. “Do you want to look at our packages and make a selection?”
Fletcher shook his head. He was still looking at Jordan. “Just put together the best you can in the time you’ve got. Nothing but her saying ‘I do’ really matters.”
The woman’s face brightened, and Jordan could only assume she worked on commission. “Excellent. It can be fun to play with nontraditional plans.”
“I just need the address for the clerk then I guess,” Fletcher told her.
“All of the taxi drivers will easily be able to take you straight there.”
Fletcher chuckled. “I guess that’s a good point.”
“Can I get your names?”
“Fletcher Landry and Jordan Benoit,” Fletcher said.
“Wonderful, I’m Avery. Fletcher and Jordan, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I look forward to seeing you back here in a little bit with your license.” She handed Fletcher a card. “Please call me if you have any questions or if things take longer than an hour or so.”
Fletcher tucked her card into his back jeans pocket. “There is one more thing you could help us with.”
“Sure, what can I do for you?”
“Is there a way out of here where we don’t have to go through the lobby? There are a couple of people we’re trying to avoid at the moment.”
Avery nodded. “I can take you through our outdoor entrance.”
Jordan had to assume that working in a wedding chapel in Las Vegas, Avery had seen a lot of things and had probably learned not to ask a lot of questions.
They followed her across the chapel lobby and down a short hallway that opened into another smaller lobby. There were double doors leading out to the parking lot.
As Avery helped him plug the address in for a car pick-up, Jordan continued to study him. Would she marry Fletcher Landry if he asked?
Yes.
The only thing surprising about that was how quickly she was able to answer.
People talked about marrying their best friend all the time. Or how their husband or wife was their best friend. The only difference between what she and Fletcher had now and being married, was that she and Fletcher didn’t have sex.
And she was not opposed to the idea of sex with Fletcher at all. Not. At. All.
Fletcher was hot. Maybe if Galveston hadn’t happened, this would all seem stranger. But it had. It definitely had. And she knew for a fact that Fletcher knew what he was doing when he put his hands and mouth on a woman.
A lifetime of that plus hanging out with his family, eating his French toast, and laughing with him over old reruns of Whose Line Is It Anyway? sounded pretty damn good.
Their car pulled up and Fletcher stepped forward and opened the back door for Jordan. He turned back to Avery. “Thanks a lot for the information.” Jordan slid into the backseat as Avery assured him it was no problem and she was excited to see them again in a little bit.
There was stomach swooping again just hearing Avery say she was expecting them back.
She was expecting them back at a wedding chapel. To get married. If that wasn’t stomach swooping material, Jordan didn’t know what was.
Fletcher joined her in the backseat and shut the door.
“Which airline?” the driver asked.
“Delta,” Fletcher told him.
The driver pulled away from the curb and Jordan frowned. He’d answered, “Delta” instead of, “take us straight to the clerk to get a marriage license”.
Oh. Okay. So he hadn’t meant any of what he’d said to Avery. It really had just been a cover for why they were in the chapel and a way to get out another door.