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chapels?” she suggested.
    â€œI like it.”
    â€œAnd then we can go get fries.”
    â€œDone.” Jake pulled out his phone. “I’ll have a plan in place by the time we land.”
    â€œYou can plan an impromptu wedding after drinking this much?” She stumbled over the pronunciation of “impromptu.”
    â€œI haven’t had that much.”
    â€œYeah, I guess I’m drinking enough for the both of us.” She blinked. “Are we really doing this?”
    He didn’t glance up from his phone. “It’s your call.”
    â€œBecause I’m only doing this for spite, you know.”
    He nodded. “I know.”
    â€œYou don’t have a problem with that?”
    â€œNope.”
    â€œBut . . . I’ll be your
wife
.” The word sounded so strange in her mouth.
    â€œThat’s usually how it goes after a wedding.”
    She tilted her head, assessing him through the shadows. “Why are
you
doing this?”
    He held up his index finger and started talking on the phone. For the next few minutes, Brighton gazed out the window at the blinking lights on the wing while Jake talked marriage license logistics.
    â€œSo what are we going to do for the next few hours?” Brightonasked when Jake hung up. “Besides go through all the wine they have on board? It’s a long flight, right?”
    â€œA few hours.” He reached into a drawer and produced a deck of cards. “Want to play blackjack?”
    â€œSure. Give me a quick rundown on the rules.”
    He gave her an incredulous look. “You don’t know how to play blackjack? A midnight Vegas trip is wasted on you.”
    â€œTell me the rules. I love rules. And I’m really good with numbers and statistics.”
    He seemed skeptical.
    â€œCome on, tell me the rules and deal the cards. You might want to go grab some Kleenex, because I’m going to beat you so bad, you’ll be crying just like my bar-exam-failing fiancé.” She hiccupped. “
Ex
-fiancé.”
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    After losing her twentieth game of blackjack, Brighton’s memory of the night’s events got a bit blurry. Which was too bad, because she was sure that arriving at a private airfield and being whisked away in a limo were very exciting and glamorous.
    The good news was, she was no longer thinking about Colin—or anything else related to her real life. In a matter of hours, she’d gone from total burnout to jet-setting party girl.
    â€œMy shirt has red wine on it,” she lamented as the limo cruised down the neon-lit Vegas strip.
    â€œI’d say that’s the least of your problems right now.” Sprawled out on the seat next to her, Jake was trying—and failing—to conceal the fact that he was completely wasted.
    â€œYou may have a point.” She kept dabbing at her cream-colored blouse with one of the wet wipes she always carried in her bag. Looking at her naked fingers under the traffic lights reminded her: “What are we going to do for rings?”
    â€œWhatever you want. After we hit the drive-through, we can go pick something out. I’ll buy you the biggest, blingiest diamond in Nevada.”
    â€œEh, I’d rather get fries.” As if on cue, her stomach growled. “I’m starving. Besides, I doubt we’ll be married long enough to actually wear the rings. It’d be a waste.”
    His expression was almost pitying. “It’s not a waste if it’s fun.”
    â€œYeah, but . . .” She threw up her hands. “How long do you think we’ll last, anyway?”
    Jake shrugged. “Haven’t really thought about it.”
    â€œWe have to last longer than Colin and his new bride,” Brighton decided. “You can date other people if you want to, but there’s no way I’m filing for divorce until he does.”
    â€œIt’s good to