He jerked his chin at Green, and the two moved out toward the exit.
A half hour later, they all piled out of the hotel and out under the portico where a white stretch limo sat waiting, the driver holding the door open. Cole stood next to it.
“Where are we going?” Natalie asked.
“Get in ladies,” Mack ordered.
“Mack, you’re being all mysterious.” She frowned at him.
His brows rose. “Get in the car, Natalie.”
“Okay. Okay.”
They all slid inside, only to find Green already seated and making himself a drink from the mini-bar.
Mack spoke with the driver, then climbed inside, and the limo pulled out onto the boulevard.
Ten minutes later the limo turned in a driveway and pulled to a stop. The driver got out, came around, and opened the door. Mack slid out, extending his hand in for Natalie. She climbed out, took one look at where they were and pulled back on his hand.
“Oh, no. No way. Not happening.”
The others all piled out and took in the tiny Vegas wedding chapel.
“Mack, you dog. You and Nat tying the knot?” Green asked, still holding his drink.
“Come on.” Mack began pulling Natalie toward the entrance. She pulled back, which wasn’t easy in her silver heels.
“Mack, stop. We are not doing this.”
He came to a stop and whirled on her. “Yeah, we are. We are doing this. And we’re doing this right now.”
“Have you lost your mind?” she asked, her free hand going to her hip.
“No. I took one look at you in that sparkly white dress, and the idea just came to me. You look like a bride. We’re here in Vegas. Let’s do this.”
“And did my running off to Vegas without your permission have anything to do with this sudden idea of yours?”
Mack lifted his chin and grunted, “Maybe.”
Shannon, who’d been busy on her smart phone, looked up and said, “I just Googled this place, Natalie. Cindy Crawford and Richard Gere got married here. So did Angelina Jolie and Billy Bob Thornton.”
Natalie whirled on her. “Oh, and is that supposed to make me feel better about this? Just look how those marriages turned out.”
“Yeah, but they also filmed the wedding scene from the movie, Viva Las Vegas here, you know, the one with Elvis and Ann Margret? Come on, Natalie, if that’s not a sign from God, what is?”
“You can’t be serious?”
Mack pulled her around to look at him. “Forget all that. Do you want to marry me, Natalie? Yes or no? I ain’t gonna stand here and beg you.”
“It would be nice to be asked!”
“I just did!”
“The right way!”
“Think she wants you down on one knee, Boss,” Crash advised with a grin, one arm pulling Shannon close to his side as everyone stood watching Mack squirm.
Mack glared at him, and then back at her. “Oh, for the love of…”