“Crazy is as crazy does, ma’am,”
“So what’s next for you two?”
“Well,” I said. “We’ve got to have a wedding.”
Cat shot me a confused look. “I think one disaster is enough.”
I gave her a sly smirk. “Disaster? Our wedding was beautiful. We couldn’t have asked for a better place than Freddie’s Walk-In Chapel.”
She rolled her eyes and rubbed my back. “I’m glad you look at the past with rose-tinted glasses. But there’s no need to hit up Freddie’s again.”
“Who said anything about Freddie’s?” I asked, feigning anger.
“Babe, let’s just…talk about this later.” She stroked my forearm and tried to calm me down.
Our friends noticed our conflict, and there was a palpable tension in the air.
“No,” I smirked, calmly. “I want to talk about thisnow.”
She squinted and I thought I might be on the brink of seeingangry Catso I decided the little ruse had gone far enough.
“Because,” I continued, getting on one knee. “Sometimes it takes more than one wedding to get it right.”
My heart pounding, I reached into my pocket and grabbed hold of the ring box. She covered her face with her hands, her eyes as wide as saucers.
“Catarina,” I began, my voice shakey. “I’ve fallen in love with you three times. The first time, in college, I felt it in my bones after one night. The second time, I asked you to marry me. Now it’s the third time, and I’m asking you to marry me again. I’ve gotten to know you—the real Kit Cat Vidal—and I’d like to give you a real wedding this time, one that you deserve. The ones they talk about in story books. Because I’m madly in love with you, Kit Cat. You’re my drug, and I need you every day for the rest of my life. We need a proper wedding, and you need a proper ring.” Her eyes reflected the green of the sparkling emerald I had found for her. “Will you marry me—again?”
By the time I was done with my spiel, many onlookers in the bar had turned their attention to us.
“Get up,” Cat said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I grinned. “I didn’t hear you. Was that a yes?”
She reached out and wrapped her hand around my wrist. I could feel her trembling.
“I’m not getting up until I get a yes or no. ”
“It’s a yes, you doofus.”
Running my hand over her finger, I took off her old ring, then slipped on the emerald green ring. She was wearing green tonight—it hadn’t been easy to convince her that I was ‘just in the mood’ for her to wear green.
But now it was done, we were
She pressed her forehead into mine, and our mouths fumbled to find each other.
I stood up and kissed her hard, pressing her body into the brick wall of the bar.
“Yes times a thousand,” she said softly, and I swallowed up her words with a kiss.
I could feel the people looking at us, snapping pictures, and it was the best feeling in the world to know that none of what they said mattered. It was Cat and I versus the world. We were a team of lovers and we didn’t have to hide any more. Our story, as crazy as it was, could be out in the open now.
I gripped Cat tight, palming her lower back. She ground her hips into me, and I was getting almost a little too turned on for a public place.
Just then, Cat pulled back. “Where would we have the wedding though. My family is in Spain. And yours is in Ohio,” she pointed out.
I smiled. “Ever heard of the Canary Islands?”
“The ones off the coast of Morroco?”
