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Getting married in Las Vegas, to quote the promo literature, simply could not be easier. The Marriage License building was prominent and easy to find. The license forms were absurdly short. The fees were practically non-existent. Even the fact that Kiera wasn’t an American citizen didn’t slow things down.
It took them less than fifteen minutes to exit the building again—and that was only because two other couples were waiting in line when they arrived.
“No wonder the divorce rates in this country are so high.” Kiera tried not to sound as disillusioned as she felt. “I thought we’d have to go through several different steps. The form wasn’t even a full page long!”
“We have the license. That’s all that matters.” Was it a good thing or bad, Conor wondered, that the bored young clerk had
