Sinners On Tour 06 Sinners at the Altar Read Online Free PDF

even if she died of heatstroke.
    The car pulled into a drive-thru wedding chapel, the rumble of Jace’s Harley following behind them. As they sat in line waiting their turn, Myrna fidgeted with her engagement ring. She’d vowed never to get married again. How had she fallen into this trap? Oh God, what was she thinking? This would never work. Brian was a rock star; she was a college professor. Their worlds were on opposite ends of the spectrum. How would they ever manage to stay together when they’d be forced to spend so much time apart?
    Brian’s hand covered hers and squeezed. She looked into his eyes, and her concerns instantly evaporated. This was how she’d fallen. Exactly this. He was wonderful, and she was incredibly lucky he hadn’t given up on her. And they would make it work. They would. She wouldn’t give up on him, on them , ever.
    “What are you thinking?” he asked.
    “I’ve fallen.”
    “And I can’t get up!” Eric said from the back of Jace’s motorcycle, which sat idling next to the car’s passenger side.
    “Eric, we’re going to have to gag you, aren’t we?” Sed said and reached out of the car to make a grab for him. Eric jerked back just in time.
    “I have a gag,” Jace said. “But it’s back on the bus.”
    If Myrna didn’t love these guys as her surrogate family, she would have clobbered them all. “Guys, today is all about me,” she said, “so shut the hell up.”
    Brian chuckled and lifted her hand to his lips. He kissed her knuckles. “That’s one reason I knew I had to marry you.”
    “Because I’m bitchy?”
    “Because you don’t treat my band mates like rock stars.”
    “She does bitch at us,” Trey said.
    “Constantly,” Sed added.
    “And I, for one, like it very much,” Eric said.
    The car in front of them pulled away, and Brian eased up to the window. Jace moved the motorcycle next to the car and shut off the rumbling engine. They were greeted by Elvis Presley. Well, a pretty good imitation of him. Elvis slid his large, white-framed sunglasses down his nose and offered a wide smile.
    “I say-uh, welcome to the Chapel of Rock, baby.”
    “Fitting,” Trey said.
    “Do you got the paperwork, baby? We need a license to make it legit.”
    Brian handed Elvis the marriage license they’d picked up at the bureau that morning. “Best sixty bucks I ever spent,” Brian said.
    While Elvis did whatever it was he needed to do with the marriage license, Brian slid up to sit on the trunk of the convertible with his feet resting on the front seat. He drew Myrna up to sit across his lap, wrapping one strong arm around her back. He took her hand in his free hand, holding it gently. She stared into his eyes, and his encouraging smile made the entire world melt away. This was really happening. She was marrying Brian Sinclair. Becoming his wife. Forever. Her smile widened until her cheeks hurt.
    “Is this man your hunka hunka burning love?” Elvis asked.
    Myrna laughed. “I’ll say.”
    “Does this woman have you all shook up?” Elvis asked.
    Brian grinned. “Yeah, she does.”
    Elvis broke into a decent rendition of “Love Me Tender.” Sed joined him in the second chorus. By the time Elvis finished, the entire band was accompanying him at the top of their lungs, even Brian. Myrna couldn’t stop laughing. How many women could claim that Elvis and Sinners serenaded her on her wedding day? Only her. And as obnoxious as it was, their willingness to make fools of themselves on her behalf meant the world to her. At the end of the song, Myrna hugged Brian and whispered into his ear, “God, I love you... and your stupid band too.”
    He chuckled. “That’s good, because you’re stuck with us for life.”
    And where that idea had once terrified her, a lifetime suddenly didn’t seem long enough.
    She looked up into Brian’s intense brown eyes, her throat tight with emotion, her eyes prickling with tears.
    “Do you have vows you want to recite to your baby?”