His friend laughed. “If you’re flabby, I’m obese.”
“Well, thanks for spotting me. I’ll call you in a few days if you wouldn’t mind helping me out again. I don’t think Merry could handle two hundred and fifty pounds.”
Henry laughed. “Yeah, call me anytime, man. We can’t let anything happen to our star pitcher.”
Chapter 17
Jason nuzzled Merry’s neck as they planned their wedding. He couldn’t believe she had finally agreed—to everything.
She pushed his head away and giggled. “Cut that out. If we get sidetracked, none of this is going to happen.”
He sighed. “Oh yeah. It would be just terrible to get sidetracked with sex, wouldn’t it?”
“Are you being sarcastic?”
“A little bit.”
“Okay, I’ll get off your lap then.”
She tried to stand, but he wrestled her down and pinned her to his growing erection. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. I’ll cooperate. We’ll plan first and have celebration sex afterward. How’s that sound?”
“Perfect.” She smiled and kissed him.
Now that she had said yes, a huge weight had been lifted. “Let’s see. I guess we need to figure out who, what, where, and how. We know the why. You’re marrying me for my money, right?”
“Oh, absolutely.” She rolled her eyes.
“Now who’s being sarcastic?”
She chuckled. “Okay, okay. Let’s start with when. That seems to be the most urgent thing since we have a deadline. Let’s figure that out first.”
“How about tomorrow?”
She gasped. “You can’t be serious!”
He laughed. “You’re so fun to tease.” Of course she wanted the beautiful, white wedding. What woman didn’t? But pulling it off in a short amount of time would challenge the best wedding planner. He’d have to agree to give her some time, despite his urgency.
“How about right after the holidays?” he asked.
“Which holidays? Christmas and New Years? Or Ground Hog’s Day and Valentine’s Day?”
“Valentine’s Day is too late. We need to be in Florida by mid-February and youdowant a honeymoon, don’t you?”
“Hell, yeah.”
“So, how about January?”
“I guess we could get everything arrange by late January. It’s a good thing we’re not trying to do this in June.”
“For many reasons,” he said, hinting again at the end result if this didn’t happen.
She nodded and stroked his cheek. “Okay, how about the second Saturday after the holidays, which is my weekend off?”
Her continuing her job blindsided him. “You’re going to work up until the last minute? I thought you’d need some time to get everything ready.”
“Well, I should give them plenty of notice. It’s not easy to replace nurses. There’s a nursing shortage, you know.”
“But that’s not your problem.”
