“There’s a good chance.” She cut into her cake slice again.
“What will this honeymoon consist of? A week on a beach? A secluded cabin on a mountain? A trip to Europe?”
“Nope.” She took another bite, chewed, and swallowed before explaining. “Me and you. Hiking backpacks. A big hammock. And your camera.”
“Now we’re talking. Are there vegetables involved?”
“Connor, if a plan is any good, there arealwaysvegetables involved.”
“It sounds like a fucking dream. When do we leave?”
“In the morning.” She handed me the fork with another bite of cake. I took it, but didn’t eat it.
“So we have to finish this tonight?”
“Yep.”
“It’ll be tough, but I’ll do it for you, Gorgeous.” I leaned over and kissed her. “I love you.”
“I love you too. The honeymoon will be fun, don’t you think?”
“I think it’ll be perfect.”
Everything was, with her.
She was so much better than I ever could’ve imagined—and I was so damn glad she was mine.
