“Yeah, I didn’t want to wait.”
“Nothing wrong with a courthouse wedding,” she says with a wink. “That’s what Holden and I did, too. Aw, I’mso fucking happyfor you two.”
“Thank you. I’m happy for us too.” I do another happy dance and then sigh happily. “I need coffee.”
“You came to the right place.”
We both order our drinks, and I’m chatting with Millie when I notice that Brooks is typing away on his phone. He’s probably telling his guys that he’s not coming in today.
Am I sorry?
Fuck no.
Armed with our drinks and more hugs from Mill, we make our way down the block to the jeweler, where Brooks claims he has to try on every damn ring they have because he’s going to wear it forever, and it has to be just right. He tries them all on three times, and more than an hour later, Brooks has a cool-looking black ring on his finger, and I have a shiny new gold band to go with my engagement ring.
I might get a little extra emotional when I look at our hands together.
We got married.
He’s mine. I get to keep him forever.
“I’m starving,” I inform him as we walk down the block. I frown because I could swear I just saw Harper dash out of Paula’s Poseys, but then I shrug it off. I’m not kidding when I say that I’mso hungry.“Let’s go home and eat some leftovers.”
“I actually have a plan,” he replies and opens the door of his truck for me.
“What plan?” I ask when he climbs behind the wheel. “And does it involve food, or is it just more sex?”
“First of all, never refer to what we do asjust more sex.” He narrows his eyes at me and leans over to brush his lips over the shell of my ear, sending a shiver through me. “Because what we do, baby, is way more than that.”
“Okay.”
He checks his phone, then pushes it into his pocket.
“If you need to go to work?—”
“Absolutely fucking not. Second of all, you need to trust me.”
“OfcourseI trust you, but I’m going to starve to death if you don’t feed me.”
“Were you always this dramatic? Or is that a new thing you’ve developed since becoming a wife?”
I huff out a laugh. “Seriously, though.”
“Trust me, Wildfire.”
He pulls out of the parking spot and heads out of town, and I frown over at him because he’s not even going the speed limit.
“I’m not telling you where we’re going.”
“Are we going to our spot by the river so we can consummate this marriage?”
“Tempting, but no. Unfortunately, I can’t mess you up like I want to. Well, not until later. Later, all bets are off and I’m going to fuckingwreck you.”
I press my legs together, trying to ease the ache between them. “Can’t wait.”
As we head farther out of town, a bad feeling starts to set up residence in my gut.
“Brooks.”
