“Nag. Nag. Nag.” Hawken quipped back. He let out a sigh as he drank the coffee and eyed the closed bedroom door, wondering what she was putting on in there. His lips curled upwards as he let the fantasy run in his mind.

“This is Vegas, we’re supposed to do tacky weddings. We’re going to get a photo taken and all.” He sounded amused by the whole tacky idea.