“I can make anything fit,” he says with a leer.
“Besides,” I say loudly, singingla-la-la-lain my head and ignoring the implications of the words. With one hand on the door of the Jeep, I turn to face him. “Next year’s calendar will be too late. We’re getting married in October. I’m going to ask Avery to be my best man, but I’m hoping you and Felix will be my groomsmen.”
“Of course, we—wait. October? Lake, that’s not even three months away.”
“I know how the calendar works.”
“That’s not enough time to—do you know how much work a wedding is?”
“I don’t want to wait.” We have plenty of people to help with the details. Mum and Dad are frothing at the mouth to start organising all the things. Why do we need a whole year to prepare for one day? I’m not waitingtwelve monthsbefore I can call Grady my husband. I want to write it in the sky so everyone knows he’s mine, that I’m the lucky one that gets to keep him.
Zach tugs on his ear with a grin and then climbs into the Jeep, waiting for me to get in the passenger side before turning it over. “Do you have a plan?”
“Are my parents a plan?” That’s a good starting point. They’re married, so they know how it’s done.
“It’s… something. Your dad is gonna go overboard.”
A grin spreads across my face. He’ll be like a kid in a candy store. “Keeping him in line will keep Mum occupied.”
“What does Grady think about it?”
“About what? The date?”
Zach swings into a park near the canteen and then turns to face me. “About all of it.”
Oh. “He wouldn’t let us elope, and so we compromised on the October date.” Though not a specificdayyet. We’ll get there.
“Sounds like he’s smarter than you.”
He sure is. And sexier. And bigger. I wish he were here so I could appreciate the yumminess up close. And have a little nibble. A big nibble?Anibble.
After I jump out of the Jeep, I pull my phone from my pocket and send Grady a GIF of a man eating a taco. If he’s even half the man I think he is, he’ll get it.
He sends back a message almost immediately.
Grady:Behave. I’m at work and don’t need to have to explain why my pants are getting tight.
My loud laugh echoes around us.
Zack gives me a curious look. “What?”
Lake:From too many tacos?
“Nothing. I want a taco.”
“I don’t think they serve those here.” He holds the door open so I can go in first.
“Guess I’ll have to wait till I get home.”
Chapter four
Grady
“He’slate.”
Quinn glances up from his desk. He’s giving me a look that’s uncalled for. It’s not like I’ve beenclock-watching. I simply know how to be on time.
“Maybe the bus isn’t running on time?” Quinn suggests. “Don’t start vilifying him just yet.”
