“I was pretty sure.”
They spent a couple of hours that night looking at floor plans. They decided on a three-bedroom, two-bath, ranch-style house with a large family room, a kitchen, and a dining room. Bryn wanted fireplaces in the living room, the family room, and the master bedroom.
It was really happening, she thought as Conor escorted their guest to the door. She was getting married and soon she would have a house of her own.
~ * ~
The day before the wedding, Bryn was so excited she could hardly think straight as she packed her suitcase. Tomorrow night she would be Mrs. Conor Saintcrow. She had called her parents to tell them she was going on vacation and would call as soon as she got back.
Mr. Cummings gave her fifty shares of company stock as a wedding present when she left work that day. A lovely surprise.
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard Conor’s knock on the door. Tomorrow night, she would be his wife.
He swept her into his arms as soon as she opened the door. “Good evening, bride.”
“Good evening, groom.”
“Are you ready?”
She nodded, thinking he was the most handsome, sexy, sweetest man she had ever known.
He followed her inside, closed the door behind him.
“Where’s your suitcase?” she asked.
“It’s already at the hotel in Vegas.”
“Oh.”
“Are you ready?”
When she nodded, he picked up her suitcase, then wrapped his arm around her waist. “Here we go, love.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re traveling by vampire air.”
“Oh.” They’d done it a couple of times but it still made her nervous.
“Close your eyes, love. When you open them again, we’ll be in Vegas.”
Bryn took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut. She gasped when she felt suddenly light-headed. When the world stopped spinning, she opened her eyes to find they were standing in the middle of a lovely room. A glance out the window showed a million twinkling neon lights.
“Welcome to Las Vegas,” Conor said, dropping her suitcase on the foot of the bed. “Have you had dinner?”
“No.”
“Come on, let’s get you something to eat and then go have a look around.”
Bryn had never been to Vegas. It was a remarkable place. There were bright lights everywhere and more people on the streets than she’d seen in her life. Some were dressed in jeans or shorts and tee shirts, some were clad in evening gowns and suits. Cars whizzed up and down the street, tires screeching, horns honking. Luxurious hotels rose up on every side, some looking like castles or palaces, all blazing with lights.
After dinner, they went gambling. They moved from casino to casino, trying their hand at Blackjack and craps, roulette, and the slot machines, until Bryn could hardly keep her eyes open.
“Come on,” Conor said, slipping his arm around her shoulders. “Let’s put you to bed.”
She didn’t argue. In their suite, he took her in his arms at the door of the master bedroom and kissed her goodnight. “Just think,” he murmured. “Tomorrow night you’ll be Mrs. Saintcrow.” He kissed her again. “Sweet dreams, bride.”
She smiled up at him, then stepped back and closed the door. “Tomorrow,” she murmured as she crawled into bed and turned out the light. “Tomorrow.”