“Thanks for doing this, Ares.” She grinned at him as he stood with her in the foyer of the little chapel.
“My pleasure. Just don’t call me dad.”
“I don’t even call Kostas daddy, so you’re safe.”
He gave a laugh and then held his elbow out, “shall we?”
“Let’s do this. Wait.”
“What?”
“We’re in Vegas. Let’s make a wager.” At his raised eyebrows she giggled, “ten bucks, says he cries before I reach the altar.”
“Twenty says he keeps it together right until you say I do, and then he’ll blubber. He has it bad.”
“He does. Are you going to cry when you marry Magda?”
“Like a small child,” he said with no shame. “I love her and I’m grateful for every moment we have together.”
“I like you for her, Ares.”
“Good. I like you for Kostas. Let’s get you in there before he comes back out looking
