Denise grinned at her. “You love me.”
Bree frowned. “I should have made you wear an ugly dress.”
“Whatever. Let’s go. The sooner you make your entrance, the sooner you can go find the honeymoon suite.”
Tim shook his head and followed her as she walked around to the where the caterer had set up a large tent for the outdoor reception. “Not an image I needed in my head.”
“Hey, at least I kept it PG.”
He only had time to give Zoe a quick kiss on the way to the reception. Between dinner, greeting family and friends, and the toasts, it wasn’t until the music started that he finally had a more than a minute to spend any time quality with her.
Pulling her in close, his hand drifted down her bare back to her waist. “Have I told you how much I like this dress?”
She grinned up at him. “A couple of times when I was trying to get you out of the house on time.”
He smirked. “There’s a reason they call it a quickie, you know.”
“I think your definition of a quickie differs from everyone else’s since I always end up at least thirty minutes late whenever I let you talk me into one.”
“If you gave in faster, we’d have more time.”
“If we moved in together maybe we wouldn’t need them as often,” she said.
He stopped dancing. “What?”
“Mom and Dad want to buy a condo in Fort Lauderdale. Selling the house will let them buy the condo without incurring a new mortgage.” She shrugged and dropped her gaze. “Unless it’s too soon.”
Tilting her head back, he kissed her. “It’s definitely not too soon. It’s damn near perfect.”
Her smile was blinding. “I think you’re perfect,” she whispered.
He shook his head. “I’m only perfect with you.”
