“Bargain bin Hawaii,” he says, and I snort. Then I cover my mouth.
“Was that a snort?” he asks, and I can’t stop laughing. I also can’t stop blushing. “You snort when you laugh?”
“Shut up,” I say, twisting my mouth in an attempt to stop laughing, though it’s not really working. “I do not snort.”
“No?” he asks with a grin, taking a step closer to me.
“No!”
“Then what was that?” he asks.
“I don’t know, but it wasn’t a snort,” I lie.
“Oh really? You sure about that?” he asks. Before I can answer, he grabs my side, and I shriek. Then I swat his hand, and helaughs. The next thing I know, we are totally flirting in the middle of the Hawaii-scented travel agency.
“Knock it off,” I say.
“Not until I hear that snort again,” he says, reaching for me again.
This time I grab his hand instead of swatting it. He tries to use his other one, but I grab that one too. We are laughing and fumbling around like teenagers until we hear someone clear their throat, putting an end to our fun time.
“Oh. My. God. You two are the absolute cutest!” A man who reminds me of Stanley Tucci but with more hair clasps his hands together. I realize we are still holding hands, so I pull back, tucking my hair behind my ears.
“What’s up?” Gavin nods, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Well, don’t stop on my account,” the man laughs, and while we are both still smiling, we toss each other a look of confusion.
Then it hits me.
“Well, come on, lovebirds, let’s get this honeymoon planned, shall we? Then you two can get back to what I know you wish you were doing right now. Wink, wink.”
“Oh, no,” I shake my head frantically. “We aren’t…”
“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” he says. “I know how it is in the beginning.”
He waves us into his office, and we follow. I shoot Gavin a look that saysplease tell this man that we are not a couple.But Gavin seems entertained by it all, and I don’t think he even wants to stop this charade.
“I’m Patrick,” the agent says. “I will be helping you with every single detail of your post wedding getaway. Don’t let the vibe fool you. We do more than just tropical destinations.”
“So we can go to the Swiss Alps, honey…” Gavin says, and my jaw drops.
Is he really going along with this right now?
“Actually, we aren’t planning the honeymoon for ourselves,” I jump in.
“Of course you aren’t!” he blurts out. At first, I think maybe he knows that Gavin and I aren’tthecouple. We aren’t a couple at all. “That’s my job. I will be helping the two of you create the most personalized experience to fit who you are as a couple.”
Nevermind.
“That sounds great,” Gavin says, and I can’t believe I am hearing him right. But as my eyes slice over to him, the smirk on his face tells me that he is all in with this game. I am not surprised.
“So, the Swiss Alps,” Patrick goes on. “Is that a real thing or…”
Gavin says yes at the same time as I say no, and I give him a look.
“No,” I say again. Then I remember that we aren’t planning a honeymoon for us and have to reevaluate. Would Holly and Ben go to the Swiss Alps? Ben would go anywhere. I pull out my tablet and scroll through to the honeymoon section and realize I literally have no notes. It’s completely blank. Probably because I had no idea that we would be planning their honeymoon.
Crap.
