Page 142 of Redemption
“How about tomorrow?”
“How about what tomorrow?” I asked, still admiring the ring and the man who’d given it to me.
“Let’s get married—tomorrow.”
“What?”
“Tomorrow,” he said again, a third time now. My brain still couldn’t seem to comprehend the word in this context.
“You can’t be serious? What about…a dress? And a venue? And our families? And…” There were so many details, it could make my head spin. It was inconceivable to think that we could make everything happen in a day.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Of course,” I said instantly. This was crazy, but also…kind of awesome. Could we actually pull it off? “Even if we wanted to get married tomorrow, what about a marriage license?”
“You can get married same-day in California. It happened a few years ago with one of Hudson’s celebrity clients and caused quite the stir. And we have the perfect venue.” He spread his arm wide to encompass the room and the Huxley Grand LA. “With catering and flowers. And multiple spaces available for a last-minute intimate wedding. Jasper offered to come back to help coordinate everything.”
“Wait. Jasper knows?” I asked, and he nodded. First, the ring from Graham, and now, Jasper’s assistance. “So my brothers not only know of your plan and are okay with it, but are actively helping?”
He grinned.
I stared at him in awe, and for the first time, I realized how serious he was. Jackson had not only figured out several of the biggest logistics to pulling off a quick wedding, but he’d gotten my family on board. Why was I even hesitating? I’d never wanted a big wedding, and the details didn’t matter to me so long as my family would be there. But…
“What about Greer?” I couldn’t get married without her by my side.
“I talked to Knox, and he offered to send the jet for her and Mom and the kids. All you have to do is say the word. Say yes.”
My jaw dropped open. “What? When? When did you have time to do all this?”
“I may have made a few discreet inquiries the past few days.”
“This is…” I blinked a few times, still in disbelief. “Crazy.” Wasn’t it?
He lifted a shoulder. “I didn’t think you’d want a big wedding.”
“You’re right. I don’t. I can do without most of the traditions like the garter toss and a bridal party in matching outfits. But what do you want?” This wasn’t just about me; this was about us. And while it was one day in our lives, it was an important one.
Jackson pinned me to the bed, and I was momentarily distracted by the feeling of his bare skin on mine. “I want you to be my wife. I don’t care when or how it happens, so long as we’re together.”
Oh god, I loved the sound of that. My wife. It had a nice ring to it, especially when he practically purred with pleasure.
“That’s exactly how I feel.” I smiled up at him. “Okay. Okay. I guess we’re going to do this. I need to find a dress—and a glam squad.”
“Already taken care of, thanks to Nate.” He kissed me then pushed off the bed. “His stylist will be here in thirty. And Emerson said she’d send over her glam squad.”
I was speechless.
Nate’s stylist, Jay Crow, was in high demand. He styled Nate and Emerson, Kendall and Knox. I’d worked with him a few times, and he was talented. I couldn’t wait to see what he’d come up with for a wedding dress, especially on such short notice. But I knew if anyone could work their magic, it was him.
“Jay will be here soon, as well as Kendall, Emerson, and Brooklyn.” He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “Emerson offered to FaceTime Greer and my mom so they could be part of choosing your dress if you wanted.”
“You’ve really thought of everything, haven’t you?” I asked, touched. Gah. This man was going to turn me into a puddle of goo if he kept it up.
“You know me.” He kissed me deeply, thoroughly. “I have to think of all angles.”
“Mm.” I rocked my hips against him. “All angles, huh?”
He thrust against me, and I could feel how hard he was through his sweatpants. So when he moved to stand, I pouted. “Where are you going?”