Chapter Nine: Jace

Jace

No one had ever had this kind of effect on him. He felt as giddy as a twelve-year old with his first crush, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in over fifteen years. He’d dated plenty of beautiful women, but none of them ever made his brain fog quite like this. It wasn’t just her looks or her sexuality that made his heart race. It was something so much more.

“I'm sure you'll be glad when it's all over,” she murmured. “I saw the bride this morning, by the way. She's beautiful.”

“That she is,” Jace agreed. “This is all for her. If I had my choice, I'd get married with just an officiant and immediate family. Maybe even just elope.”

“Really?” Ella sounded surprised. Her eyes went out to the lake and she bit her lip. Good lord, the things he wanted to do with that lip.

“Yes, really.” The idea of Ella and him at a chapel in Vegas popped into his mind, and for the first time he wasn't put off by the idea. “I don't want any of these crowds and white or off-white roses.”

“Me too,” Ella agree