He smiles at me.
“You may kiss your bride.”
I don’t hesitate.
I pull Abigail into my arms like I’ve been waiting my entire damn life for this moment.
Which… I guess I have.
Her laughter melts into the kiss as I press my forehead to hers.
“Mrs. Davis,” I whisper.
Her smile could light the entire world.
“Finally,” she breathes.
Behind us, the church explodes into cheers, whistles, and a few loud shouts that sound suspiciously like Skip yelling something inappropriate.
But I don’t hear any of it.
Because the only thing that matters in this moment…Is the woman in my arms.
***ABBY***
We’re back at the compound finishing our packing before heading off on our honeymoon.
Myhoneymoon.
Holy freaking cow.
“I’m about to go on my honeymoon,” I mutter to myself, still in shock.
“Are you panicking?” my brother asks as he lifts my suitcase into the back of Tank’s BMW.
“A little,” I admit.
I glance up at Spike and hesitate.
Iamfreaking out… but mostly because of one very specific reason. And I’m not sure my oldest brother is the right person to talk to about it.
But he’s standing there, eyebrows raised, waiting.
“Tank and I haven’t had sex yet,” I blurt.
Spike nods calmly.
“I’d expect nothing less,” he says. “He wants to do right by you.”
“Well…” I swallow. “The thing is…apart from that one time when that guy…you know. Anyway, apart from that, I’ve never had sex. What if I’m so bad at it that he wants to divorce me?”
Spike presses his lips together, trying very hard not to laugh.
At least he doesn’t look horrified talking to his baby sister about sex this time.
I can deal with the laughter.
“One,” he says carefully, “what that man did to you wasn’t sex. It was rape. Plain and simple.”
