Laces and Lace (Assassins #6) Read online

  Looking from the gorgeous ring to his even more gorgeous face, Lacey still couldn’t believe this was happening. Quickly her eyes went back to the ring and then back to his eyes as she tried to comprehend this moment. Was this really happening? Was he really asking her to marry him after being apart for so long? Holy shit! He was, and there was only one thing to say, or better yet, scream.

  “Yes! Yes, of course!”

  With a huge grin and a sigh of relief, he slid the ring on her finger before standing and pulling her into his arms for a long, explosive kiss. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he lifted her off the ground, holding her so close that she was convinced they would become one. Which is what she wanted. She wanted to be one with Karson for the rest of her existence. Parting, he looked deep into her eyes, his face so happy and carefree. She knew she matched his expression. Her face hurt from smiling so hard, but it was what she wanted. She wanted a lifetime of smiling and being so damn happy with Karson.

  Her heart and soul.

  “Pack a bag,” he commanded as he placed her on her feet.

  Confused, she asked, “What?”

  He laughed. “Pack a bag while I get the tickets.”

  “For what?” she giggled as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

  “We are going to Vegas.”

  “For what?” she asked again, the insanity of it making her laugh.

  Looking at her with the straightest face, he said, “To get married.”

  “Be my forever.”

  Lacey giggled, her eyes bright and playful as she leaned into him, her book falling into his lap as she kissed his cheek. They were at the coffee shop, lying on the bean bags as she studied and he played on his DS. He didn’t know why, but as he watched her, her brows furrowed and her mouth in a straight line as she concentrated, he needed to know that she would be his for the rest of his life. Things were about to get crazy. He would be leaving soon, and he needed to know that when he came home, she would be waiting for him.

  Still giggling, she said, “I am your forever.”

  His eyes turned serious as he cupped her face, kissing her nose. He needed to hear her say it; he needed to know that she was going to be with him forever. Through the draft, his rookie year, the lows, the highs. He needed to know that, no matter what, Lacey Martin would be his.

  Running his thumb along her cheek, he said, “No, forever. Like, promise me that you’ll be mine forever.”

  Her eyes matched his as she nodded slowly, her mouth turning up at the side. “I am and will forever be your forever.”

  “And I am yours. Forever, Lacey.”

  “Promise?” she asked, her lips curving even more, her hair astray from where she had been running her fingers through it in concentration.

  Karson smiled as he held her close. “I promise that we will spend the rest of our lives together.”

  “No matter what?”

  “No matter what,” he promised. “It’s you and me to the end.”

  “Forever?”

  “Forever,” he agreed.

  It was funny that Karson thought of that exact moment as he watched Lacey make her way down the aisle. He could still remember it like it was yesterday. The way her hair was a mess from her fingers running through it every second from the stress of finals. The way she smelled of Calvin Klein, her favorite perfume at the time. His shirt hanging off her thin shoulders and the way she got upset anytime he moved away to give her more room. She didn’t want him anywhere but with her, and he was completely fine with that. He loved being near her and still felt that way. The time apart was hell and he never wanted to be apart again. This was their chance for their forever, and nothing or no one was going to stop him from making Lacey Martin Mrs. Karson King.

  His heart.

  His soul.

  His bride.

  And man, what a bride she was.

  He wanted to be irritated with her for making him carry the massive wedding dress on a late-night flight to Vegas, but when she said it was her mom’s dress, his irritation evaporated, especially now, seeing her in the dress. It was a little big on her, the main reason being that they couldn’t find a seamstress so early in the morning, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the dress, the way her hair was elegantly done in curls along her shoulders, or that her makeup was soft and classy; no, all he cared about was hearing her say those two little words.

  The words that would seal their fate.

  Their forever.

  Yes, she was stunning, and he was one lucky bastard, but this all seemed like a dream. After all this time, all it took was for him to try to steal a cab from some chick to find his happiness. The last two days had still seemed unbelievable to him, but it just worked. They just worked. Of course, he jumped the gun insisting they go to Vegas and not considering the fact that he had a game that night, but after one call to Elli Adler, it was all taken care of.

  It was as if this was all meant to be. That he was supposed to stand in the Chapel in the Clouds in Viva Las Vegas and marry the love of his life. Would everyone freak as soon as they found out? Hell yes. Did he care? Not in the least. Not when he was staring into a pair of pale green eyes that honestly took his breath away every single time.

  She looked so perfect, beautiful in her mother’s dress. It was floor-length and poofy as all hell with crystals and lace everywhere. She was gorgeous, especially with that look in her eyes that said she loved him more than anything on this planet. Staring into those eyes, he knew that if this was the last thing he saw, this vision of brilliant beauty, then he would die a happy man. A complete man because he would have had Lacey as his wife.

  Taking her hand, he kissed her knuckles before he said, “You look like a dream.”

  She smiled sweetly, her eyes glazing over with tears. “Worth carrying the dress on the plane?”

  He nodded slowly, his own eyes filling with tears. “Yes, and I want you to know that your mom would be in awe of your beauty in that dress.”

  A single tear rolled down her cheek as she nodded. “She’s here,” she said, patting her heart.

  He couldn’t trust himself to speak, so he covered her hand with his and nodded as the officiant said, “Ready to get started?”

  They both nodded as Karson slowly wiped away her tears. Looking deep in her eyes, he asked, “Ready to become Mrs. Karson King?”

  Her mouth curved in a grin, and she had a look in her eyes that said that no one knew how perfect this was but them, and she was right. This was their forever.

  “I’ve been ready.”

  “Me too.”

  “So am I,” the minister joked, and they all shared a laugh before he got started by speaking of the foundation of love and how sometimes spontaneity is the best way of proving true love. Karson completely agreed with that. Was this practical? Nope and maybe a little crazy, but as he got in lost in her eyes, he really didn’t see any other way of doing this. He had to be married to her, and it had to be now. Not tomorrow, not the next day, or a month away, for that matter. When he knew what he wanted, he made it happen. He was impulsive and just a touch crazy, but he liked that about himself. He knew that this was right; he just wished he had found Lacey again long before this. His stupid fear kept him away, but that would never happen again, not when he was loved and supported by the love of his life.

  “Now, it says you two have your own vows, so don’t let me hold you back from saying them. Please, Lacey, speak your love.”

  Karson grinned as Lacey took in a deep breath before squeezing his hands hard. She was shaking slightly, and he could tell she was a little nervous. He wanted to think he wasn’t, but he could feel his own nerves shaking him from within. She could still turn and run from him, and if she did, it would honestly break him. It would make sense, though, if she did. Her family wasn’t here, nor would they be very happy when they found out about their little elopement. He didn’t care, but he knew she did. She may be upset with her father and brother, but they were just that. Her family