Take Me (Take a Chance 4)

“Yeah, I can. But it’s over now.”

“Is it?” She took a shaky breath. “Are you sure?”

His heart sure didn’t seem to think they were over, but his head knew better. “You don’t need to feel bad or check in on me. I was good before I met you and I’ll be okay after meeting you, too. I’m not the kind of man to mope around after a woman once she leaves.”

“Not even—?”

“Not even.” He shrugged. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, since I was an idiot and said I loved you, but I’m not really into love and relationships. So this is a blessing in disguise. You can rest easy. I’ll be fine. No. I am fine.”

“What if I’m not?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. She clenched her skirt again and licked her lips. “What if I’m miserable?”

His heart leapt but he wrestled it down. “Why would you be miserable? You got the role of your life. Be happy. Celebrate. Get drunk—but don’t get married again until I get the divorce going.”

She shook her head but didn’t laugh like he expected. Tears filled her eyes. “I don’t want to get married again.”

“Well, neither do I.” He took his hands out of his pockets. “I have to go get in the pictures and stuff. Thanks for coming. You don’t have to come to the reception.” He hugged her, maybe a little bit longer than necessary, but hell, he couldn’t help it. He loved her. “Good luck with your career. I expect updates letting me know how everything is going.”

She clung to him when he stepped back. Or maybe that had been his imagination. She looked up at him with those shining bright blue eyes. God, Puss in Boots had nothing on her. “Right. I will.”

“Good.” He opened his mouth, closed it and swallowed hard. There was nothing more to say. “Bye.”

He turned on his heel and headed for the door, his entire body as rigid as a board. Shit, this was what a broken heart felt like. He felt bad for teasing Garrett about it last year. Man, this sucked donkey nuts. He rubbed the spot over his heart where he ached and flexed his jaw. He needed a stiff drink or ten.

“Mike!” Morgan called out, her voice tinged with desperation. “Look at me.”

He froze mid-step. “Why?”

“I need you to look at me when I…” He heard the rustle of fabric as she approached. “I h-have to tell you something.”

He grabbed the pew next to him, unable to stand straight. “Okay.” He turned around and met her eyes. What he saw there gave him reason to breathe again. Gave him reason to remember why he’d married her. Why he wanted to stay married to her.

“I don’t want to get married again because I want to stay married to you. Even though I didn’t want to love anyone or be married, you made me change my mind. You said all along that maybe we knew what we were doing when we woke up married and I think you’re right. I think Drunk Morgan was the smartest she’d ever been.” She broke off and laughed

nervously. “And now I’m referring to myself in the third person. That’s fabulous.”

His heartbeat, which had dropped to his feet like an anvil at the beginning of their conversation, now boomed in his chest. “Morgan? What are you trying to say?”

She held out her hands. “That I want to be your wife, and I…I love you. And I hope you love me, like you said last night. Well, screamed, actually. But I hope you’re willing to take a chance on me. To give me the chance to be your wife. Your real wife.”

The dam inside of him broke. He stumbled forward and caught her in his arms. “Hell yeah, I love you. I just can’t believe you love me, too.”

He swooped in and held her tenderly, dropping a kiss on her head, cherishing the fact that she loved him like he loved her. Who would have thought a drunken night in Vegas would lead to a marriage he hadn’t even known he wanted, but could no longer live without?

He rested his cheek against hers. She tightened her fists on his jacket, tugging him closer. “I wish we weren’t in a church right now. I can’t kiss you in here.”

“Seriously?” He pulled back and looked down at her in surprise. His little hellion couldn’t kiss her husband in church?

“Seriously.”

“I think He would approve.” His grip on her hips tightened. “But we could not be inside.”

“I like how you think, husband.” She grinned up at him, her blue eyes sparkling and pulling him in deeper than he already was. “But don’t you have to find Brianna for the pictures? Do you have time?”

“When it comes to kissing you, I have all the time in the world.”

Grabbing his hand, she tugged him toward the doors. “Then let’s go.”

When she lifted her skirt to walk faster, he caught sight of her boots. His mouth dried out. “You wore your boots under that? I might be a dude and therefore clueless about fashion, but even I know that’s not right.”