Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys, #2)

by Eden Finley

He grabs my hand and pulls me in the direction of the chapel instead of toward the golf club. “You’re not going to call her to come meet you right now, are you?” Dex Mitchale, officially off the market? This poor gay man needs some warning to deal with that kind of disappointment. “No. I just want to see it.” “We live in Vegas. You’ve seen a million of them.” “Yeah, but I’ve never been in one.” “Sober, anyway,” I add. “Remember when Porter married that chick he met while we were a week deep into our Stanley Cup win celebrations?” “Nope.” “Exactly.” Dex stops on the sidewalk, like he’s even too scared to stand in the parking lot. “It doesn’t look too intimidating from out here.” “You sure about that? What if I dared you to go inside?” “You wouldn’t do that to me.” “Wouldn’t I? Isn’t a big step toward getting over your fear, facing it?” He purses his lips. “Maybe we should go inside and check it out.” “What?” I expected him to turn and walk the other way. “Why?” “Because if Jessica wants to get married, I should see if I can walk in there without breaking out in hives.” “Again, you’ve been to weddings before,” I point out. “Even if you don’t remember Porter’s wedding, you’ve been to all the other guys’.” “But I went to those with the mindset of open bar and an excuse to get hammered. I’ve never sat at any of their weddings and thought, hmm, I can see me doing this one day.” “That’s because you’ve never wanted to get married.” I somehow keep my voice patient. “Well, maybe it’...