Brighton O’Neill has come to Las Vegas for his best friend, Rex’s wedding, to another man. It suddenly occurs to Brighton that he’s in love with Rex and his friend should be marrying him. His plan is to stop the wedding and Rex from making a big mistake marrying the wrong guy.
But after pouring out his heart to Rex’s sister, Brighton suddenly find himself in the company of Rex’s sexy cousin, Linus Montgomery, a mystery man with an eye patch, and a killer smile. And when they decide to play, it’s Vegas after all, will what happens in Vegas stay there?
“He should be marrying me,” I said more slowly and carefully.
“Mark?”
“No, doofus. Your brother.”
She laughed again. “Rex? You are drunk. You two have never been that to each other. Ever. I’ve known you since you were five.”
“Well, maybe I’m just realizing I’ve made a mistake all these years.”
“Listen to me, Brighton O’Neil, you are no Julia. And he’s no Dermot for that matter.”
“But --”
“No, no, and no.” She spoke very firmly. “Stay here.”
It took me a minute to realize she had slid off the stool and sashayed away. I didn’t figure she could really stop me. Sure she could be pretty scary, but I was certain Rex would listen to me.
What I needed to do was corner him, er, speak with him before we all went to the Wedding Chapel on Saturday. They were getting married by Cher. Not really, of course. They were getting married by a celerity impersonator. If I stopped it before it got to the actual day of the festivities, surely that would save everyone the humiliation of a big scene.
Rex would simply tell Mark that he’d made a big mistake and that he realized he was really in love with his good friend, Brighton. I smiled as I imagined the whole thing in my head.
“I’m so sorry, Mark,” Imaginary Rex said. “I don’t mean to hurt you because I care so much about you. I know all our friends and family are here. But the truth is I’m desperately, hopelessly in love with Brighton. He’s only just now made me see it.”
And Mark would have tears in his eyes. Okay, well, I didn’t feel good about making Brighton cry. No. But, Mark would understand.
“Oh, I wondered if you’d ever get around to realizing your true love was Brighton,” Mark replied, his eyes wet with unshed tears.
“Knock it off, Brighton,” Debbie snapped in my face. Well, actually, she snapped her fingers in my face too. “People are staring at you. Do you know you just said all that out loud?”
“Uh.”
“This is Linus Montgomery. Our cousin.”
And suddenly in front of me was a dashing spy. Or more like a movie star who played a spy. He was tall, dark, handsome and broody. He had a patch over his left eye. Probably why I thought spy. Or maybe that was the wine.
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