“Oh yes, that’s exactly what I meant,” I lied while nodding along with her.
“Pierce Kensington, you are the worst.” She pushed me on the shoulder and chuckled. She signed. “I wish Nanna had the chance to see how happy you make me.”
I chuckled. “She definitely would have objected at the right time.”
“You’re so right,” Katy agreed with a big grin.
We rumbled past the bakery, which had a big closed sign on the door since Anessa and Tabitha stood as Katy’s bridesmaids. Bakery selections made up the entire dessert table at the reception, and Anessa even made the wedding cake. I made her sign a contract she wouldn’t let Tabitha in the room while she worked on it. Overkill? No.
“Quickly, when do we want kids?” I asked Katy randomly as we passed the bakery.
Magically the question didn’t catch her off guard, which made me question if she’d considered the same thing in recent days leading to the wedding. “Soon?” she said pushing both her shoulders in a big shrug. She tried to look like the answer didn’t matter, but I’d been reading her body language for years and saw the truth.
I nuzzled my face into her neck and kissed her collarbone. “Let’s start now.”
She laughed and gently push me away. “My hair. You’ll mess it up and then imagine the rumors.”
She’d spent most of the morning at the local salon getting her hair piled into a ball of curls on top of her head. I didn’t think anyone would notice if a few of them were out of place, but I didn’t need to argue with her because there was a simpler solution.
I tucked a few strands of the loose hair behind her ear and placed my lips next to her mouth. “You could always ride me.”
“Like a horse?” she commented back, her gaze falling to the horses pulling our carriage.
“They create a good motion.” Curtains were tied back from each window, so finding privacy wouldn’t be a problem.
From the way her gaze lingered in that area, she saw them too. “What will people think?”
“Now you decide to worry about what people will think?” But not any of the other times she caused massive trouble in town.
The way the woman’s brain worked truly scared me.
She laughed but positioned her body on top of my legs, leaving me the hard job of rearranging her puffy dress. I unzipped my suit pants and Katy brushed herself against me. Her movements were helped by the motion of the carriage over the road as we traveled down Main Street.
We’d let over twenty-four hours pass since the last time she’d been in my arms. The Bakery Girls demanded she spend the evening with them and the other women in town at the bed-and-breakfast. I couldn’t wait any longer to make her officially mine now that we were married. I missed having her in my bed even if she was only absent an evening.
Katy repositioned herself and I slipped inside her slick folds. “That’s the way I like it, Mrs. Kensington,” I said as she settled herself, taking me fully and then riding me until we both finished.
Life with Katy would always be an adventure.
Extended Epilogue
Pierce
Ten years later
* * *
“Pierce, you absolutely cannot wear that today. You’re supposed to be my husband.” Katy ruffled the edges of her dress as she chided me.
I’d put up with many things in life being married to Katy Kadish, but a man had to draw the line. And I had. My foot went down. I etched a big thick line in the sand.
“Katy, I am your husband.”
“Not dressed like that you aren’t. I can’t be a royal woman of the 1700s and you go dressed as a rich dude from 2030.”
Did she forget I was a rich dude from 2030?
When she took over as committee chair of the Labor Day celebration with the Women’s Auxiliary, I told her under no conditions would I wear a costume. Every ocean cleanup event I donned those horrible waders and let them take pictures. No way in hell did I plan to get into a period costume for one of their parades. I explained my reasons and told her I put my foot down. To demonstrate I even literally lowered my foot to the ground. I did it on the hardwood so it made a thud. Even Katy couldn’t ignore an audible thud.
