The road flew by out the window, streets and cars turning into green pastures and mountains in the distance. Ella loved the feel of Rome’s hand in hers and the thump of the bass from the song playing on the radio. It was so hard to believe she was running off to Las Vegas to get married, but she was smiling so wide, her face hurt. It would be impossible for her father to make her marry that guy from Paris if she was already married to Rome. Hopefully, her dad would see how serious she was about the fact that she loved him and would accept him into the family, despite his last name.

The sound of his phone ringing--again--had Rome turning over and reaching for it. He pulled his jeans up off of the floor with one hand, trying not to wake Ella up, but she stirred and rolled over, freeing his other arm. It was Bart on the phone. Rome slid out of bed and went into the living room to answer, not caring that he was nude. “Hey. What’s up?”“Glad to know you’re alive,” Bart said, making it obvious he’d tried calling before. “Did you make it to your destination?”

The chapel Rome had picked was in a secluded part of town, if there was such a thing as a secluded part of Vegas. With their certificate in hand, Rome and Ella approached the chapel. Her heart was pounding in her chest because she was so excited. It was still unbelievable that she was getting married, but she’d never been more sure about anything in her life that this is what she wanted to do.The woman at the desk greeted them and said it would be just a moment, that the pastor was still with the couple before them. She had a friendly smile, and it seemed as if

Ella and Rome stayed in Vegas a few more days but had to get back to LA because of Rome’s get-together with the rest of the movie cast. They spent every waking moment together, and Ella couldn’t remember ever being happier in her entire life. While it would’ve been nice to go on a honeymoon to a tropical island, he had work to do, and Ella was still working on her assignments from her father’s business, too.It was difficult, working for him when they weren’t getting along, and every moment that they spent at odds with one another ate awa

Rome sprinted around the edge of the boat, the fury inside blinding him to everything else except for catching up to Tim and making sure he paid for what he’d just done. He grabbed ahold of Tim’s arm, shoving off one of the men who was escorting him away from the scene, away from where Mark’s bleeding body still lay. “Come back, Tim Bolt! Come back and see what you’ve done! Mark Hutio’s body still hovers just above us, and yet you walk away!”&