Bobby’s face is flat and his voice monotone when he replies, “A blast.”
“Your father can’t shut up about business for one night?”
“Not in his DNA.”
“We’re almost done there. It’s just four more courses and?—”
“You’vegotto be fuckin’ kidding me,” he grinds out through pinned brows. “Is this a joke?”
I hand him a weak smile because he knows damn well it’s not. “Your mother went to lengths, and of course, we’ll be dining like the royal family in the process.”
“What say did you get in this?”
“None. Remember, we decided to let her do the rehearsal dinner because she wouldn’t stop bothering us about main plates and appetizers?”
Bobby stares at me before mumbling, “Right. Another waste of time.”
“Yes, well…one more day and we can fly to Paris. For our honeymoon.”
“One more day and I might shoot myself.”
“You’ll get to see me in another wedding dress,” I try to encourage, like he mentioned earlier when I asked if we were still doing this. “Almost to the finish line.”
“I’d like to speed that up, Daydream. Remember my asking if you trusted me earlier?”
“I do.”
“I’m kidnapping you. We’re leaving tonight.”
“We’re leaving tonight,” I repeat slowly. “Like…we’re leaving to head back to?—”
“We’re leaving for Prague.”
My eyes bulge because he said Prague.
Prague.
He said Prague!
When I said our secret wedding was Christmas magic last night, the magic started in Prague because it isbeyondthe most beautiful city in the world around my favorite holiday of all time.
I’ve wanted to go since I was a teen, and researchedeverythingthere is to do there around this time of year. It’s where I wanted my honeymoon, but Bobby was so excited about Paris that I let him have it.
But he saidPrague.
Speechless because I haven’t wrapped my head around the change of plans, I jump and wrap my legs around Bobby’s waist, almost headbutting him in the jaw in the process, before my mouth collides with his in a slow and thankful kiss.
My tongue meets his because we’re both speaking the same language when it comes to lust and longing now.
I’m freaking going toPrague.
After several seconds of my appreciation toward my new husband, Bobby mutters against my lips, “You happy, Daydream?”
I suck on his bottom lip, earning myself a bearish growl from Bobby’s throat. “So happy. I’m soexcited.”
“There’s a catch.”
My whole body sags because I don’t want any extra nonsense. I want my honeymoon and him.
