I bite back a giddy grin.
“It’s not cake, but it’s still yummy,” he says.
I pluck a raspberry and pop it in my mouth. “It’s perfect.”
Chapter 5
Camden
Ilead Ellie over to the far end of the long dining table and pull out a chair for her to sit. Gus settles by her feet, and I sit down next to her.
I nod at the dress she’s wearing. It’s bright and flowy with a pretty floral pattern. “You match the flowers.”
She chuckles and gazes around. “This is a gorgeous wedding. You roll with some fancy people.”
“All weddings look the same to me. White dress. Tuxedo. Cake. Flowers. Lots of flowers.”
She nods at the vase of flowers next to us. “Remember how you stole the peonies from my mom’s garden and gave them to your mom for Mother’s Day?”
I chuckle at the memory. “Shit, I forgot about that. God, when was that? Second grade, right?”
Ellie nods while laughing. “I think so.”
“Wow. I was kind of a little shit.”
“It was hilarious.”
“My mom didn’t think it was hilarious when your mom came over and told her,” I say. “I got grounded for the weekend. And then she made me plant new flowers in your mom’s garden.”
“My mom laughed about it. It was all good,” Ellie says. She digs into her berries and coconut ice cream. “So how was the wedding ceremony?”
“It was nice and short.”
She chuckles. “Was that your favorite part? That it wasn’t long?”
I nod.
“Such a romantic,” she teases.
I shrug off my suit coat and loosen my tie. “Afraid I’m not much of a wedding guy.”
Ellie’s blue eyes dazzle as she smiles at me. “Not surprising at all.”
I playfully nudge her arm. “What about you? You like weddings?”
That cute smile plays across her plush lips. She nods. “Yeah. I think they’re romantic. Especially when the couple writes their own vows.”
“I like it when the couple recites the vows that the officiant tells them. It’s way shorter.”
Ellie playfully shoves my arm, and I laugh.
I look up at the full moon. “I wish upon the full moon that all of my teammates’ upcoming wedding ceremonies are short and sweet.”
Ellie hunches over as she laughs. “Oh my gosh, you’re terrible.”
When she stops laughing, she takes a sip of her drink.
“I feel sorry for your future wife, Camden Connors. I have a feeling you’re going to end up in a drive-through chapel in Las Vegas on your wedding day.
