It wasn’t great, but it was better than the alternative.

“Which way?” Logan asked.

“Before you get to the double doors, make a left,” Hunter said. “No, I mean a right.”

As she spotted the hallway Hunter had spoken of, Logan stopped. “Which is it, Hunter?”

“It’s your right. Sorry,” Hunter muttered.

They turned right down the hallway, walking for what seemed like forever. Where the hell was it? Finally, after a few minutes, they heard the sounds of dishes clinking and people speaking. Off to their left were swinging doors that would lead them to the kitchen, but she still didn’t see any elevator.

“Hunter, we’re just off the hotel kitchen and there’s no elevator,” Logan said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, about that,” Hunter said, guilt evident in his voice. “You have to cut through. The elevator’s off the other side of the kitchen.”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. Then he dropped his arms and turned to her. “Ready to do a little more acting?”

She smiled. “Ready. I’m sure it will be a piece of cake.”

She pushed her way through the swinging doors, Logan right behind her. Holding her breath but trying to act as though they belonged, she walked with her head held high and her gaze straight toward the opposite door.

Everyone in the kitchen wore the hotel’s uniform of black pants and a burgundy blazer, so the movement of someone dressed in all black caught her attention. Her neck itched from the intuition of danger. She snapped her gaze toward the side of the room and spotted Fink headed toward the same door as she and Logan.

“Logan!” she cried as Fink whipped out his gun. “Run!”

They fled through the kitchen. Logan swerved away from her, bumping into a man carrying a stack of dishes. As the plates crashed onto the floor, she realized he’d done it intentionally to block Fink from catching up to them.

Logan grabbed her hand. “Guys, you need to find us a way out of here. We just bumped into Agent Fink, and he’s got a gun.”

Oz’s voice sounded in her ear. “You need to go into the casino. The guy can’t afford to shoot you in there.”

“I’ll find you another way down to the basement level,” said Hunter.

They raced down the hallway toward a door she prayed would take them out into the public. Logan threw it open and they ran out into the busy casino, greeted by bright lights and the ringing of slot machines. The casino stayed within the theme of Tuscany, Italy, appearing as if it were set in the middle of a vineyard, with vines wrapped around columns and pictures of grapes on the carpet. Another time, she would’ve loved to inhale the ambiance of the room. Right now, though, the only thing she could concentrate on was finding somewhere they could hide from Fink.

“Come on,” Logan said, tugging her toward the right, into a crowd of businessmen.

“Well, I guess Evans and Fink know we’re here,” she said, catching her breath. She checked over her shoulder, relieved to see the FBI agent headed in the opposite way. “Where are we going?”

“Tuscany Wedding Chapel,” Oz said.

Logan growled. “Oz, now’s not the time to joke—”

“There’s an elevator in there that will take you to the basement. It’s located in the back of the chapel.”

She stopped, looking around for a sign for the wedding chapel. Above them, an arrow pointed for them to go left for both the chapel and the theater.

When they’d studied the blueprints, she had noticed that the chapel was right next to where the senator would be speaking. That meant the area was going to be swarming with security.

“There,” she said, pointing toward the back of the room. “That way.”

She walked quickly, knowing running would only draw more attention. She removed her ID and kept her head down as they approached the chapel. Logan opened the door and ushered her in.

A smiling little old lady with short gray hair and dressed in all pink stood behind a desk.

Logan strode to the desk. “Hi, I’m wondering if you can help me, see I—”

“Of course,” the lady interrupted, her smile growing larger. “It’s eight hundred and fifty dollars for the license, flowers, and ceremony. You two make a lovely couple. We have an opening right now if you’d like to follow me into the chapel.”

“Cash okay?” Logan asked, shocking the hell out of Rachel when he pulled a wad of bills from his pocket. He whispered into her ear. “Sawyer gave me a bunch of cash in case we ran into any problems.”

The woman put the cash into the register and handed them a marriage license. “Fill this out. I’ll just go get everything ready for your ceremony. I’m Jane, and if you need anything, please let me know. After all, this is the biggest day of your lives and the Tuscany Hotel and Casino would like it to be one you’ll cherish forever.”

When Jane left, Rachel grabbed Logan by his arm and turned him toward her. “What are you doing?”

He took both her hands in his. “What does it look like I’m doing?” His lips tugged up into a grin. “I’m marrying you.”

Marrying? Was he serious? She had never imagined herself getting married in Las Vegas. Hell, she’d never imagined getting married period. She wasn’t one of those women who secretly hoarded bridal magazines.

She folded her arms across her chest. “I don’t want to get married.”

Logan laughed. “Relax, Rachel, it’s just pretend.” He picked up the pen and started filling out the application. “We won’t file the license. But we need a way to get closer to the elevator.”

Jane came barreling through the door and must have seen the apprehension on Rachel’s face. “Oh, honey, don’t be nervous. You make a beautiful bride.”

Logan handed Rachel the pen, and she completed her section of the license.

She couldn’t believe they were doing this. In a few minutes, they’d actually be married. Would it really be so bad? Yes, she’d never seen marriage as an option for herself, but then again, she’d never imagined trusting a man as she trusted Logan.

Never imagined she’d love the way rope felt on her naked skin.

Never imagined she’d make love to two men at once.

Never imagined herself falling in love.

But Logan had changed the impossible into the possible.

She signed her name beside Logan’s, a bevy of butterflies taking flight in her belly.

Jane took the marriage license and thrust a bouquet of daisies into Rachel’s hands. “If you’ll follow me, everything is ready for your special day.” She spun on her heels and led them through the doors of the chapel.

The chapel was much larger than she expected, with several rows of seats parted by a long aisle with a white runner that would take them to the front of the chapel. A man stood at the end of the runner, underneath a canopy adorned with grape vines. Pachelbel’s Canon in D played over a speaker in the ceiling. Not having anyone to give her away, she and Logan strolled down the aisle together, stopping in front of the man who’d be marrying them.

The scent of alcohol permeated from him as he opened his binder. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Logan Bartholomew Bradford and Rachel May Dawson in matrimony. Do you have the rings?”

Logan glanced at her. “Oh, we didn’t—”

Jane smiled and presented a ring-sized box to Logan. “Right here.”

Logan flipped it open and took out a simple gold wedding band.

The officiant nodded to Logan. “Put the ring on Rachel’s finger and repeat after me. I give you this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment.”

Logan turned to face her, his expression as serious as she’d ever seen it. “I give you this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment.” He slipped the ring on her finger.

Jane handed a box to Rachel, and the officiant motioned to her with a wave of his hand. “Now you.”

Her hands shaking, she opened the box, the gravity of the commitment hitting her. She took out the ring and grabbed Logan’s hand. In that moment, everything felt right. “I give you this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment.”