Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys, #2)

by Eden Finley

“Tiny chapel, big dreams,” comes the chipper voice. “Ah, yeah, hey. I want to get married.” She giggles. “This is the place to do it.” “Awesome. And we can come in today, yeah?” “Of course. We’re a little busy at the moment and will pick up again tonight, but usually late afternoon is when there isn’t much of a wait.” She goes over some more details—what we need to bring in terms of ID, the marriage license we need to get from the official marriage license place first—and then we set a time for four o’clock. “Perfect, see you then!” I hang up, feeling really good about this plan. If it’s that straightforward and easy, it’s clearly meant to be. Tripp sighs. “I guess we’re doing this.” “Come on, you have to admit it’ll be a fun story.” “Except we’re not going to tell a single person about this.” “What?” I pretend to be shocked. “Should I be offended that it’s this hard to get you to marry me and you’re obviously embarrassed by it?” “No, you should be flattered that I’m agreeing. This will be the one and only wedding I’ll ever have.” “Naw.” I bump his jaw with my knuckles. “And you’ll always be my first.” “Right.” He shifts, suddenly uncomfortable. The change in expression makes me frown, but I try not to draw attention to it. Tripp has always been there for whatever harebrained idea I come up with, and I’m the same for him. No hesitation, no questions asked. But over the last couple of months, I’ve been picking up on something. I don’t even know what. Tripp is the same as h...