Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys, #2)

by Eden Finley

“Congratulations. Uh, I don’t mean to rush you out, but we do have a 4:30 ceremony, and you still need to sign the certificate.” We quickly get that out of the way, and then he hands me the piece of paper we’re never going to file. I hand it off to Dex, because the last thing I need is a reminder that today happened. Then Dex holds out his hand. “Ready, husband?” I link my arm with his. “Ready.” “So,” Dex says. “Are you going to take my last name? Or should I take yours?” I laugh. “We’ve been over this. My spelling is correct, and yours is an abomination. Why do you think everyone uses my spelling when they call us the Mitchell brothers? You should be so lucky to be Mr. Dex Mitchell.” “No arguments from me.” Dear God. We exit the small chapel, where another couple is waiting. They do a double take at Dex in his suit, and me in my … uh, wedding attire. I just act like I’m drunk. Like I want to be. It was only a short ceremony, but I’d like to erase the memory with as much alcohol as my body can possibly handle.