Summary:

"You've been dating for years," Hayden quickly clarifies, "and at no point did you think it would be a good idea to come up with some kind of plan for if this happened. You ghost everyone when you see each other. Half the time I don't know if you're alive or dead, and you still couldn't find ten minutes out of your busy schedules to figure out a contingency plan?"

"Big word." Ilya grins. "Have you been reading dictionary?"

"We weren't planning on getting married in Vegas," Shane points out when Hayden passes him on his lap around the bed. His eyes briefly flick to the TV. "Or coming out with such a spectacle. Obviously."

No matter how many times he'd turned it over, how many times he'd painstakingly played out every worst case scenario, he'd still never landed remotely close to what the reality had turned out to be: Hayden Pike pacing circles around their penthouse suite as he and Ilya hide from the rest of the world.

Or Shane and Ilya get drunk married in Vegas. Their friends try and keep their secret while they hole up in a hotel room.